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Chapter 26
You’llgetthrough.Justfollowtheline.»
Therecamethesplatteringblastofmotorcyclesstarting.Thelineofcarsmovedon,withtheJoadtrucklast.Twomotorcyclesledtheway,andtwofollowed.
Tomsaiduneasily,«Iwonderwhat’samatter.»
«Maybetheroad’sout,"Alsuggested.«Don’needfourcopstoleadus.Idon’likeit.»Themotorcyclesaheadspeededup.Thelineofoldcarsspeededup.
Alhurriedtokeepinbackofthelastcar.«Thesehereisourownpeople,allof’em,"Tomsaid.«Idon’likethis.»
Suddenlytheleadingpolicementurnedofftheroadintoawidegraveledentrance.Theoldcarswhippedafterthem.Themotorcyclesroaredtheirmotors.Tomsawalineofmenstandingintheditchbesidetheroad,sawtheirmouthsopenasthoughtheywereyelling,sawtheirshakingfistsandtheirfuriousfaces.Astoutwomanrantowardthecars,butaroaringmotorcyclestoodinherway.Ahighwiregateswungopen.Thesixoldcarsmovedthroughandthegateclosedbehindthem.Thefourmotorcyclesturnedandspedbackinthedirectionfromwhichtheyhadcome.Andnowthatthemotorsweregone,thedistantyellingofthemenintheditchcouldbeheard.Twomenstoodbesidethegraveledroad.Eachonecarriedashotgun.
Onecalled,«Goon,goon.Whatthehellareyouwaitingfor?»Thesixcarsmovedahead,turnedabendandcamesuddenlyonthepeachcamp.
Therewerefiftylittlesquare,flat-roofedboxes,eachwithadoorandawindow,andthewholegroupinasquare.Awatertankstoodhighononeedgeofthecamp.
