“Got that there figgered out,” said Willie. “Take ’em out the back way, into the fiel’. Some a the boys’ll see they git on their way.”
“Well, it souns’ awright,” Huston said worriedly. “But don’t you let nothing happen, Willie. You’re responsible. Don’ you hurt them fellas. Don’ you use no stick nor no knife or arn, or nothing like that.”
“No, sir,” said Willie. “We won’t mark ’em.”
Huston was suspicious. “I wisht I knowed I could trus’ you, Willie. If you got to sock ’em, sock ’em where they won’t bleed.”
“Yes, sir!” said Willie.
“You sure of the fellas you picked?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Awright. An’ if she gits outa han’, I’ll be in the righthan’ corner, this way on the dance floor.”
Willie saluted in mockery and went out.
Huston said, “I dunno. I jes’ hope Willie’s boys don’t kill nobody. What the hell the deputies want to hurt the camp for? Why can’t they let us be?”