Wild Boys of the Road Page #2

why, she's all bent on the side...

...and the rear end is way out of line.

Mr. Cadmust, what are you talking about?

This is a sweet little bus.

We've had her up to 46

and, boy, she hums like an airplane motor.

Tommy and I tuned it up ourselves.

Didn't we, Tommy?

- Well, what do you want to sell her for?

- Well, you see, it's...

- Well, it's like this...

- He has to, Mr. Cadmust.

His father hasn't been...

You see, my father's been kind of hinting

that maybe he's gonna get me a new car.

Well, this one would be in the way.

We only got a single garage.

I see.

Well, I thought maybe

if you'd give me $3o for her...

Oh, shucks, I'll give you 2o.

That's the best I can do.

Oh, gee, Mr. Cadmust.

Couldn't you make it 22?

Well, I don't know.

- Have you got your owner certificate?

- Yes, sir.

Right here, and it's all signed too.

Mm.

Well, all right.

There's 1 o.

And there's 15.

And there's 2o.

And 21, 22.

Darn, I'll bet I get stuck on this.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Cadmust.

Can I drive it out in back for you

by the used cars there?

Never mind, Eddie.

I'm figuring on junking her...

...and selling her piece by piece.

That's the only way

I can get my 22 back.

- She was a sweet little bus, wasn't she?

- Yeah.

Makes a fellow feel kind of funny,

like saying goodbye to somebody.

Oh, come on.

- What's the matter with you?

- Nothing.

My nose is running. What did you think?

Well, so long.

Yell if you want me

to go out with you tonight.

You know I'm always with you.

- Here, Dad.

- Wha...?

Where did this come from?

Oh, I sold my car.

I was tired of it anyway.

You know me, have a thing a little while,

get sort of fed up with it.

I guess I'm just like my cousin Hugo.

Hey, you're not sore at me,

are you, Pop?

No matter what you ever do, Edward...

...you'll never make me feel as proud of you

as you have this minute.

Heck, I didn't want it anyway.

Ma was always afraid

I'd get hurt in it anyhow.

Come on, put up your dukes.

Oh! That's the stuff. Hands down there.

Sorry, Dad, I got a date with Tommy.

You've been looking for a job

for over two months now.

What good would it do

for me to look for one?

Even my father can't get work.

Maybe it would be better

in some other place.

Anyplace would be better

than this dumb town.

You know what we could do?

I bet if we went to Chicago or New York,

we could get jobs.

That's just what I feel like doing.

Would your father let you

quit school and go?

Oh, I wouldn't tell him.

Why should I stick in school

and have a good time...

...when he has to stand in a bread line?

No, sir, boy. I'm pulling out tonight.

And I'm right with you.

Anyway, with me out of the way...

...Mom can get along with

what she gets from the roomer.

We won't say goodbye to the folks.

We'll write them notes.

Tell them we're leaving because

we don't wanna be a burden.

We'll say that when things get better,

we can come back.

How we going?

We'll bum our way.

I'll meet you in the freight yard

in 15 minutes.

Are you game?

Sure.

- Come on, let's go.

- Wait.

We can't get on while it's standing still.

They'll see us.

Come on.

Something rip?

I don't know,

but I can sure feel a lot of cold air.

Aah...

Hey, you still asleep?

Gee, I don't feel good.

You'll feel better

when we get something to eat.

Look. When did he get on?

I don't know.

He probably got on

during the night sometime.

Hey, where do you suppose we are?

In Nebraska.

Kind of looks like Indiana to me.

- Let's eat, huh?

- Yeah, okay.

Hey, where's the sandwiches?

You wrapped them inside your shirt.

They're not there now.

Somebody hooked them.

Bet I know who.

Yeah? Then I'm gonna find out.

Hey, you, wake up.

What do you want?

- Did you take something out of our bundles?

No.

- How'd you know we had bundles?

I didn't know you had bundles.

You're a liar.

- Why, you...

- Knock his block off.

Come on, don't let him take you.

He's a she.

Sure, I'm a she. What did you think?

And you find them on a flatcar.

Gee, I'm awful sorry.

I didn't know you were a girl.

Go away and let me alone.

- Did I hurt you?

- You hurt me?

Don't make me laugh.

Boy, yours sure poked me a pip.

I think you broke my nose. Look.

Will you let me alone?

Hey.

Oh, are you dumb.

I forgot. We put them in my bundle.

Well, give me one.

What are you gonna do, give it to her?

Well, what if I am?

Listen, I don't know what your name is,

but I'm awfully sorry.

We thought you took our sandwiches.

We just found them.

- Want one?

- No.

- What's the matter? Ain't you hungry?

- Sure, I'm hungry.

Well...

- What's your name?

- Sally.

- Where you going?

- Chicago.

That's where we're going, to get work.

- Where you from?

- Seattle.

Well, gee, ain't you afraid,

traveling all alone?

Wouldn't do me any good if I was.

- Why, is somebody chasing you?

- No.

Pardon me.

But I have to get

to my aunt's in Chicago someway.

And this is the only way I can do it.

Well, don't your folks mind?

My mother's dead.

And we've got a big family.

With me gone,

it means just one less mouth to feed.

That's why he was kind of glad

to see me go.

All I hope is my aunt will be glad

to see me.

She hasn't seen me since

I was a little girl.

She used to be nuts about me then.

Oh, yeah, well,

why didn't she send you your fare?

Well, ain't it enough to ask her

to support me for a while?

Besides, I wanna surprise her.

I like surprises. Don't you?

Yeah, I like them.

Look out! Duck!

Get off. Go.

Hey, Ollie, come on, hurry up.

I ain't taking my feet out of this cow juice

for any freight train.

You sure is gonna have pretty feet.

How come?

Why, ain't you heard that milk's

the greatest beautifier in the world?

Anything you puts in it gets beautiful.

Maybe I'm sticking the wrong end in.

Come on, gang, let's go.

Hey, kids, wait for me.

Come on, get in line, boys. Pull them off.

Come on, get off. Come on.

Come on. Get out of there.

Get up to that line up there.

Hurry up, go on.

Hurry up, come on.

- Come on, you kids.

- Come on, get in line here.

Get in line.

Form a straight line.

Bullpen.

Bullpen, fine.

- Where you going?

- Chicago, sir.

- Got any relatives or friends here?

- No, sir.

- Come for a job, huh?

- Yes, sir.

You go over there to that bunch.

Juvenile hall for you.

Now, we haven't got enough jobs here

for men, let alone kids.

Pen for you. Pen.

What's the matter with you?

I'm sick in my stomach.

What is this?

Well, no wonder.

You're eating stuff

that ain't fit for a dog.

Hospital for you, son.

Got a drinking fountain there,

by that bunch.

Take him down there.

Pen for you two.

Pen. Pen for you two.

Look, if you got a letter from somebody

in Chicago, they let you stay.

Gee, I haven't got a letter.

I don't even know anybody in Chicago.

So what?

Listen, I got a letter

I got from my father who lives here.

To you, I'll sell it for a nickel.

Well...

A nickel, eh?

A nickel, cash.

Pen for you.

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