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Chapter 30
«Weain’tgonnagitoutsoon.»Shepointedtothecornerofthecarwheretheappleboxwas.«Thatain’tdoin’nogood.Jus’causetroubleandsorra.Couldn’youfellaskinda—takeitoutan’buryit?»
Themenweresilent.Pasaidatlast,«Guessyou’reright.Jus’causesorra.’Gainstthelawtoburyit.»
«They’slotsathings’gainstthelawthatwecan’the’pdoin’.»
«Yeah.»
Alsaid,«Weoughtagitthemtrucksidestoreoff’forethewatercomesupmuchmore.»
PaturnedtoUncleJohn.«Willyoutakean’buryitwhileAlan’megitthatlumberin?»
UncleJohnsaidsullenly,«WhydoIgottodoit?Whydon’youfellas?Idon’likeit.»Andthen,«Sure.I’lldoit.Sure,Iwill.Comeon,giveittome.»Hisvoicebegantorise.«Comeon!Giveittome.»
«Don’wake’emup,"Mrs.Wainwrightsaid.Shebroughttheappleboxtothedoorwayandstraightenedthesackdecentlyoverit.
«Shovel’sstandin’rightbehin’you,"Pasaid.
UncleJohntooktheshovelinonehand.Heslippedoutthedoorwayintotheslowlymovingwater,anditrosenearlytohiswaistbeforehestruckbottom.Heturnedandsettledtheappleboxunderhisotherarm.
Pasaid,«Comeon,Al.Le’sgitthatlumberin.»
InthegraydawnlightUncleJohnwadedaroundtheendofthecar,pasttheJoadtruck;andheclimbedtheslipperybanktothehighway.Hewalkeddownthehighway,pasttheboxcarflat,untilhecametoaplacewheretheboilingstreamranclosetotheroad,wherethewillowsgrewalongtheroadside.
