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off dead animals. He hates foreigners, but he doesn’t mind taking their money to pick up their dead cows and horses. The other one, laughing like a girl, that’s Elroy Knabb. He’s one of the bosses at the mine, but if his wife found out he was here drinking and carousing—well, let’s just say Mrs. Knabb is wicked with a rolling pin.”
    Just then, two other men stepped away from the fire and took off their hoods.
    “Who are those two?” Jinx asked, his eyes wide. “And how come they took their hoods off?”
    “The big one’s Arthur Devlin. He’s the grand knight. And he owns the mine. The other one is his pit boss, Lester Burton,” Ned answered, his voice charged with anger. “Devlin doesn’t care who sees him, because he doesn’t have to answer to anybody. They all answer to him. Around here, whoever owns the mine pretty much owns the town. Everybody has to come crawling to him, his mine, his company store. And believe me, with his wages and his prices, he makes sure you stay on your knees.” Ned took a slow breath and whispered, “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
    Ned moved away and Jinx followed. “Be careful, kid. There’s poison ivy along the bank. Let’s wade downstream and get out at that clearing.”
    They glided quietly through the shallow water, holdingtheir shoes in the air. Sounds of tree frogs and cicadas filled the still night.
    “Listen,” Jinx said, “maybe we can work out a deal.…”
    “Shhh.” Ned held up his hand. They heard voices several yards ahead. Two men splashed water from the creek onto their faces.
    “Must be a hundred degrees up there,” a big man said, kicking off his shoes.
    “Hotter than Hades, I’ll say,” the other agreed, his bald head shining in the moonlight. “This ain’t much of a rally. I went to one in Arkansas that makes this one look like a marshmally roast.”
    “Yeah, well, what do you expect from a place that’s made up of a bunch of foreigners? They come here and can’t even speak good English.”
    “I hear there’s enough Irish, French, and I-talians around these parts to have us some fun tonight.” The big man staggered out of the water. “That chili’s kicking in. I gotta see a man about a dog first.” He plopped down on the muddy bank, trying to get his shoes back on.
    “Who’s he talking about?” Jinx asked.
    “Foreigners, kid. Immigrants. People who come from another country. That’s most of the people in Manifest. The whole town is made up of immigrants who came here to work the mines.”
    Jinx detected a note of personal injury in Ned’s voice. “Where are you from? I mean, where were you born?”
    Ned paused before answering. “Truth is, kid, I don’t know. Darnedest thing, right? Seems like a person should know where he was born. Where he’s from and who hispeople are. But I came here on a train when I was real young. Hadley Gillen adopted me and this is the only home I can remember.” He squinted, as if trying to peer into his past. His vision must have been too fuzzy and he shook it off. “The way I see it, those two fellas are the foreigners and I’d like to put a burr in their britches before they get too comfortable around here.”
    Jinx saw a chance at redeeming himself. “I’ll be right back.”
    Ned shook his head but Jinx slipped noiselessly out of the water. A couple of tense moments passed before he returned.
    “Here, put this on.” Jinx held out a white cloak to Ned, then put one on himself.
    “Where’d you get these?”
    “Those two guys in the creek. They won’t miss them for a while. Besides, you said you wanted to put a burr in some britches. Well, here’s your chance.” Jinx held out a handkerchief full of three-pronged leaves.
    Ned shook his head but couldn’t help grinning. He looked at the large man still trying to put his shoes on. “You’re crazy, kid,” Ned said to Jinx, “but I like your way of thinking.”
    They put on their shoes, donned the white hoods, and hoisted