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Mac
drained
his
cup
.
"
That
’
s
right
,
Al
.
Don
’
t
you
get
into
no
bad
company
.
"
"
You
know
what
I
mean
.
"
"
Sure
,
I
know
.
Come
on
,
Jim
,
let
’
s
go
.
"
Al
wrote
a
sign
and
pinned
it
inside
the
door
,
facing
out
through
the
glass
.
He
struggled
his
chubby
arms
into
his
coat
and
held
the
door
open
for
Mac
and
Jim
.
Mac
cranked
the
Ford
and
jumped
in
,
and
Jim
idled
the
motor
until
Al
came
bumping
out
of
the
lot
in
an
old
Dodge
roadster
.
Jim
followed
him
down
the
street
to
the
east
,
across
the
concrete
bridge
over
the
river
and
out
into
the
pleasant
country
.
The
sun
was
nearly
down
by
now
,
red
and
warm
with
autumn
dust
.
The
massed
apple
trees
along
the
road
were
grey
with
dust
.
Mac
turned
in
the
seat
and
looked
down
the
rows
as
they
passed
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
anybody
working
,
"
he
cried
to
Jim
.
"
I
wonder
if
he
took
hold
already
.
There
’
s
boxes
,
but
nobody
working
.
"
The
paved
road
gave
way
to
a
dirt
road
.
The
Ford
leaped
and
shuddered
on
the
rough
road
.
About
a
mile
further
Al
’
s
dust
-
cloud
swung
off
into
a
yard
.
Jim
followed
and
came
to
a
stop
beside
the
Dodge
.
A
white
tank
-
house
rose
into
the
air
,
and
on
its
top
a
windmill
thrashed
and
glittered
in
the
sun
,
and
the
pump
bonged
with
a
deep
,
throaty
voice
.
It
was
a
pleasant
place
.
The
apple
trees
grew
in
close
to
a
small
white
ranch
house
.
Tame
mallards
nuzzled
the
mud
in
the
overflow
under
the
tank
.
In
a
wire
-
bounded
kennel
against
a
big
barn
two
rubbery
English
pointers
stood
against
the
screen
and
yearned
out
at
the
men
with
little
yelps
.
The
house
itself
was
surrounded
by
a
low
picket
fence
,
behind
which
geraniums
grew
big
and
red
,
and
a
Virginia
creeper
,
dropping
its
red
leaves
,
hung
over
the
porch
.
Big
square
Plymouth
Rock
chickens
strolled
about
,
cawing
contentedly
and
cocking
their
heads
at
the
newcomers
.
Al
got
out
of
the
car
.
"
Look
a
’
them
dogs
,
"
he
said
.
"
Best
pointers
in
the
Valley
.
My
old
man
loves
them
better
’
n
me
.
"
Mac
asked
,
"
Where
’
s
the
five
acres
,
Al
?
"
"
Down
that
way
,
behind
the
trees
,
on
the
other
road
.
"
