Tom drove down the long dark row of tents. In the sanitary building a low light burned. “Pull in here,” the watchman said.
“It’s a nice place. Folks that had it just moved out.”
Tom stopped the car. “Right there?”
“Yeah. Now you let the others unload while I sign you up. Get to sleep. The camp committee’ll call on you in the morning and get you fixed up.”
Tom’s eyes drew down. “Cops?” he asked.
The watchman laughed. “No cops. We got our own cops. Folks here elect their own cops. Come along.”
Al dropped off the truck and walked around. “Gonna stay here?”
“Yeah,” said Tom. “You an’ Pa unload while I go to the office.”
“Be kinda quiet,” the watchman said. “They’s a lot of folks sleeping.”
Tom followed through the dark and climbed the office steps and entered a tiny room containing an old desk and a chair. The guard sat down at the desk and took out a form.