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           Comeon,Tommy.Youcaneasytellyourselfyou’refoolin’themlyin’outlikethat.An’italljustamountstowhatyoutellyourself."Thestronglightsangledupintotheskynow,andtheevendroneofamotorcouldbeheard."Comeon,Tommy.Don’thavetogofar,jus’fourteen-fifteenrowsover,an’wecanwatchwhattheydo."

           Tomgottohisfeet."ByGod,you’reright!"hesaid."Iain’tgotathingintheworl’towin,nomatterhowitcomesout."

           "Comeon,then,overthisway,"Muleymovedaroundthehouseandoutintothecottonfieldaboutfiftyyards."Thisisgood,"hesaid."Nowlaydown.Youon’ygottopullyourheaddowniftheystartthespotlightgoin’.It’skindafun."Thethreemenstretchedoutatfulllengthandproppedthemselvesontheirelbows.Muleysprangupandrantowardthehouse,andinafewmomentshecamebackandthrewabundleofcoatsandshoesdown."They’doftaken’emalongjusttogeteven,"hesaid.Thelightstoppedtheriseandboredownonthehouse.

           Joadasked,"Won’ttheycomeoutherewithflashlightsan’lookaroun’forus?IwishtIhadastick."

           Muleygiggled."No,theywon’t.Itol’youI’mmeanlikeaweasel.Willydonethatonenightan’Iclipped’imfrombehintwithafencestake.Knockedhimcolder’nawedge.Hetol’laterhowfiveguyscomeathim."

           Thecardrewuptothehouseandaspotlightsnappedon."Duck,"saidMuley.Thebarofcoldwhitelightswungovertheirheadsandcrisscrossedthefield.