Put him in our tent," Sairy said. "He can rest for a little on our mattress. Ma helped Grampa into the tent. Then she came out and looked at Casy. "Grampa's sick," she said. "Come and take a look at him." Grampa lay on his back. His eyes were open, staring upward, and his face was red. He was breathing heavily, the Casy put his hand on Grampa's forehead. As he was looking at red, twitching face, Ma came in. What's wrong?" she said l think he's going to have a stroke? "I want to see him," called Granma from outside the tent. He ain't ill, he's sulking? Casy went outside. He ain't sulking, Granma, he's sick. Sick real bad' "Well, then," said Granma, "why aren't you praying? You're a preacher." Grampa began to struggle. Then his body made one sudden movement and he lay still. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, Casy began A long sigh came from the old man's open mouth. Thy kingdom come Thy will be done on earth'Amen!' cried Granma. The breathing stopped. "Amen!" said Casy, kneeling by the mattress. Ma took Granma outside. The family looked at her. Granma sat proudly while the family gathered round. Then suddenly she lay down and covered her face with her arm. "We're thankful to you folks. He died in your tent,' Pa said. "We're proud to help," said Wilson. Al said, 'Me and Tom'll fix your car." Pa said, "We've got to think what to do with the body. We've only got one hundred and fifty dollars. If we report the death, they'll take forty to bury Grampa. 31