"No," I said.
"We'll get her underground."
"If he ever gets back," Jewel said. He begun to cuss.
He started to get down from the wagon.
“I'm going," he said.
Then we saw pa coming back.
He had two spades, coming around the house.
He laid them in the wagon and got in and we went on.
The music never started again.
Pa was looking back at the house.
He kind of lifted his hand a little and I saw the shade pulled back a little at the window and her face in it.
But the curiousest thing was Dewey Dell.
It surprised me.
I see all the while how folks could say he was queer, but that was the very reason couldn't nobody hold it personal.
It was like he was outside of it too, same as you, and getting mad at it would be kind of like getting mad at a mud-puddle that splashed you when you stepped in it.
And then I always kind of had a idea that him and Dewey Dell kind of knowed things betwixt them.
If I'd a said it was ere a one of us she liked better than ere a other, I'd a said it was Darl.
But when we got it filled and covered and drove out the gate and turned into the lane where them fellows was waiting, when they come out and come on him and he jerked back, it was Dewey Dell that was on him before even Jewel could get at him.
And then I believed I knowed how Gillespie knowed about how his barn taken fire.
She hadn't said a word, hadn't even looked at him, but when them fellows told him what they wanted and that they had come to get him and he throwed back, she jumped on him like a wild cat so that one of the fellows had to quit and hold her and her scratching and clawing at him Like a wild cat, while the other one and pa and Jewel throwed Darl down and held him lying on his back, looking up at me.
"I thought you would have told me," he said.
"I never thought you wouldn't have."
"Darl," I said.
But he fought again, him and Jewel and the fellow, and the other one holding Dewey Dell and Vardaman yelling and Jewel saying,
"Kill him.
Kill the son of a bitch."
It was bad so.
It was bad.
A fellow cant get away from a shoddy job.
He cant do it.
I tried to tell him, but he just said,
"I thought you'd a told me.
It's not that I," he said, then he begun to laugh.
The other fellow pulled Jewel off of him and he sat there on the ground, laughing.
I tried to tell him.
If I could have just moved, even set up.
But I tried to tell him, and he quit laughing, looking up at me.
"Do you want me to go?" he said.
"It'll be better for you," I said.
"Down there it'll be quiet, with none of the bothering and such.
It'll be better for you, Darl," I said.
"Better," he said.
He begun to laugh again.
"Better," he said. He couldn't hardly say it for laughing.
He sat on the ground and us watching him, laughing and laughing.
It was bad.
It was bad so.
I be durn if I could see anything to laugh at.
Because there just aint nothing justifies the deliberate destruction of what a man has built with his own sweat and stored the fruit of his sweat into.
But I aint so sho that ere a man has the right to say what is crazy and what aint.