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Chapter 26
«Well,there’sahoseoverthere.»
«Anywarmwater?»
«Say,whoinhellyouthinkyouare,J.P.Morgan?»
«No,"saidTom.«No,Isuredon’t.Goodnight,mister.»
Theguardgruntedcontemptuously.«Hotwater,forChrist’ssake.Bewantin’tubsnext.»HestaredglumlyafterthefourJoads.
Asecondguardcamearoundtheendhouse.«’S’matter,Mack?»
«Why,themgoddamnOkies.’Istheywarmwater?’hesays.»
Thesecondguardrestedhisgunbuttontheground.«It’sthemgov’mentcamps,"hesaid.«Ibetthatfellabeeninagov’mentcamp.Weain’tgonnahavenopeacetillwewipethemcampsout.They’llbewantin’cleansheets,firstthingweknow.»
Mackasked,«Howisitoutatthemaingate—hearanything?»
«Well,theywasoutthereyellin’allday.Statepolicegotitinhand.They’rerunnin’thehelloutathemsmartguys.Iheardthey’salongleanson-of-a-bitchspark-pluggin’thething.Fellasaysthey’llgethimtonight,an’thenshe’llgotopieces.»
«Wewon’thavenojobifitcomestooeasy,"Macksaid.
«We’llhaveajob,allright.ThesegoddamnOkies!Yougottowatch’emallthetime.Thingsgetalittlequiet,wecanalwaysstir’emupalittle.»
«Havetroublewhentheycuttheratehere,Iguess.»
«Wesurewill.No,youneedn’worryaboutushavin’work—notwhileHooper’ssnubbin’close.»
ThefireroaredintheJoadhouse.Hamburgerpattiessplashedandhissedinthegrease,andthepotatoesbubbled.
