Tom said, “Seems like I walked into somepin. Sure, I’ll work. I got to work.”
Thomas pulled a bandanna out of his hip pocket and wiped his mouth and chin. “I don’t know how long it can go on. I don’t know how you men can feed a family on what you get now.”
“We can while we work,” Wilkie said. “It’s when we don’t git work.”
Thomas looked at his watch. “Well, let’s go out and dig some ditch. By God,” he said, “I’m a-gonna tell you. You fellas live in that government camp, don’t you?”
Timothy stiffened. “Yes, sir.”
“And you have dances every Saturday night?”
Wilkie smiled. “We sure do.”
“Well, look out next Saturday night.”
Suddenly Timothy straightened. He stepped close. “What you mean? I belong to the Central Committee. I got to know.”
Thomas looked apprehensive. “Don’t you ever tell I told.”