Grampa, he died in your tent.”
Sairy said tiredly,
“We been nothin’ but trouble, nothin’ but trouble.”
Tom slowly made a cigarette, and inspected it and lighted it.
He took off his ruined cap and wiped his forehead.
“I got an idear,” he said. “Maybe nobody gonna like it, but here she is: The nearer to California our folks get, the quicker they’s gonna be money rollin’ in.
Now this here car’ll go twicet as fast as that truck.
Now here’s my idea. You take out some a that stuff in the truck, an’ then all you folks but me an’ the preacher get in an’ move on.
Me an’ Casy’ll stop here an’ fix this here car an’ then we drive on, day an’ night, an’ we’ll catch up, or if we don’t meet on the road, you’ll be a-workin’ anyways.
An’ if you break down, why, jus’ camp ’longside the road till we come. You can’t be no worse off, an’ if you get through, why, you’ll be a-workin’, an’ stuff’ll be easy.
Casy can give me a lif’ with this here car, an’ we’ll come a-sailin’.”
The gathered family considered it.
Uncle John dropped to his hams beside Pa.
Al said,
“Won’t ya need me to give ya a han’ with that con-rod?”
“You said your own se’f you never fixed one.”
“That’s right,” Al agreed. “All ya got to have is a strong back.
Maybe the preacher don’ wanta stay.”
“Well—whoever—I don’ care,” said Tom.
Pa scratched the dry earth with his forefinger.
“I kind a got a notion Tom’s right,” he said. “It ain’t goin’ ta do no good all of us stayin’ here.
We can get fifty, a hunderd miles on ’fore dark.”
Ma said worriedly,
“How you gonna find us?”
“We’ll be on the same road,” said Tom. “Sixty-six right on through. Come to a place name’ Bakersfiel’.
Seen it on the map I got.
You go straight on there.”
“Yeah, but when we get to California an’ spread out sideways off this road—?”
“Don’t you worry,” Tom reassured her. “We’re gonna find ya.
California ain’t the whole world.”
“Looks like an awful big place on the map,” said Ma.
Pa appealed for advice.
“John, you see any reason why not?” “No,” said John. “Mr. Wilson, it’s your car.
You got any objections if my boy fixes her an’ brings her on?”
“I don’ see none,” said Wilson. “Seems like you folks done ever’thing for us awready.
Don’ see why I cain’t give your boy a han’.”
“You can be workin’, layin’ in a little money, if we don’ ketch up with ya,” said Tom.
“An’ suppose we all jus’ lay aroun’ here.
There ain’t no water here, an’ we can’t move this here car.
But s’pose you all git out there an’ git to work.
Why, you’d have money, an’ maybe a house to live in.
How about it, Casy?
Wanna stay with me an’ gimme a lif’?”
“I wanna do what’s bes’ for you folks,” said Casy. “You took me in, carried me along. I’ll do whatever.”
“Well, you’ll lay on your back an’ get grease in your face if you stay here,” Tom said.
“Suits me awright.”
Pa said,
“Well, if that’s the way she’s gonna go, we better get a-shovin’.
We can maybe squeeze in a hunderd miles ’fore we stop.”
Ma stepped in front of him.