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Chapter 6
Hisindependenthandsrolledacigarette,smootheditandlightedit,andheinhaleddeeplyandblewthesmokeoutthroughhisnose."Somepin’swrong,"hesaid."Ican’tputmyfingeronher.Igotanitchthatsomepin’swronger’nhell.Justthishousepushedaroun’an’myfolksgone."
Casysaid,"Rightovertheretheditchwas,whereIdonethebaptizin’.Youwasn’tmean,butyouwastough.Hungontothatlittlegirl’spigtaillikeabulldog.Webaptize’youbothinthenameoftheHolyGhos’,andstillyouhungon.Ol’Tomsays,’Hol’’imunderwater.’SoIshoveyourheaddowntillyoustarttobubblin’beforeyou’dletgoathatpigtail.Youwasn’tmean,butyouwastough.Sometimesatoughkidgrowsupwithabigjoltofthesperitinhim."
Aleangraycatcamesneakingoutofthebarnandcreptthroughthecottonplantstotheendoftheporch.Itleapedsilentlyuptotheporchandcreptlow-bellytowardthemen.Itcametoaplacebetweenandbehindthetwo,andthenitsatdown,anditstailstretchedoutstraightandflattothefloor,andthelastinchofitflicked.Thecatsatandlookedoffintothedistancewherethemenwerelooking.
Joadglancedaroundatit."ByGod!Lookwho’shere.Somebodystayed."Heputouthishand,butthecatleapedawayoutofreachandsatdownandlickedthepadsofitsliftedpaw.Joadlookedatit,andhisfacewaspuzzled."Iknowwhat’sthematter,"hecried."Thatcatjus’mademefiggerwhat’swrong."
"Seemstomethere’slotswrong,"saidCasy.
