Tom said, “I don’ know. Think we better?”
Floyd laughed sourly. “You heard what the bull said. They’ll burn ya out if ya don’t. ’F you think that guy’s gonna take a beatin’ ’thout gettin’ back, you’re nuts. The pool-room boys’ll be down here tonight to burn us out.”
“Guess we better git, then,” Tom said. “Where you a-goin’?”
“Why, up north, like I said.”
Al said, “Look, a fella tol’ me ’bout a gov’ment camp near here. Where’s it at?”
“Oh, I think that’s full up.”
“Well, where’s it at?”
“Go south on 99 ’bout twelve-fourteen miles, an’ turn east to Weedpatch. It’s right near there. But I think she’s full up.”
“Fella says it’s nice,” Al said.
“Sure, she’s nice. Treat ya like a man ’stead of a dog. Ain’t no cops there. But she’s full up.”