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Chapter 8
"ThatcrazyMuleydoneit,"saidTom."Hegotmeclearjumpy.Wakesmeupan’says,’’By,Tom.I’mgoin’on.Igotplacestogo.’An’hesays,’Bettergetgoin’too,so’syou’llbeoffathislan’whenthelightcomes.’He’sgettin’screwyasagopher,livin’likehedoes.You’dthinkInjunswasafterhim.Thinkhe’snuts?"
"Well,Idunno.Youseenthatcarcomelas’nightwhenwehadalittlefire.Youseenhowthehousewassmashed.They’ssomepinpurtymeangoin’on.’CourseMuley’scrazy,allright.Creepin’aroun’likeacoyote;that’sboun’tomakehimcrazy.He’llkillsomebodypurtysoonan’they’llrunhimdownwithdogs.Icanseeitlikeaprophecy.He’llgetworsean’worse.Wouldn’comealongwithus,yousay?"
"No,"saidJoad."Ithinkhe’sscaredtoseepeoplenow.Wonderhecomeuptous.We’llbeatUncleJohn’splacebysunrise."Theywalkedalonginsilenceforatime,andthelateowlsflewovertowardthebarns,thehollowtrees,thetankhouses,wheretheyhidfromdaylight.Theeasternskygrewfaireranditwaspossibletoseethecottonplantsandthegrayingearth."Damn’ifIknowhowthey’reallsleepin’atUncleJohn’s.Heon’ygotonerooman’acookin’leanto,an’alittlebitofabarn.Mustbeamobtherenow."
Thepreachersaid,"Idon’trecollectthatJohnhadafambly.Justaloneman,ain’the?Idon’trecollectmuchabouthim."
"Lonestgoddamnmanintheworld,"saidJoad.
