The thought struck Pea Eye for the first time that Gus might die. It was in him to kill--he didn't know if Dixon was dead, but he would make sure of the next man. Bol had some dry wood that he had kept under a tarp, but the preparation of victuals was going too slowly to suit most of the hands. It's all right, though, Augustus said.
Is that right? Sean asked. I guess I am now. You ain't much more cheerful than he is. Tastes just like candy, he said.
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