Al climbed in on the other side. “Pa ’n’ Uncle John got up top,” he said. “Goin’ to sleep again.”
Tom drove toward the main gate. The watchman came out of the office and played his flashlight on the truck. “Wait a minute.”
“What ya want?”
“You checkin’ out?”
“Sure.”
“Well, I got to cross you off.”
“O.K.”
“Know which way you’re goin’?”
“Well, we’re gonna try up north.”
“Well, good luck,” said the watchman.