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"
I
’
ll
meet
you
outside
,
after
the
last
act
,
"
Martin
whispered
,
the
while
his
face
showed
undivided
interest
in
the
buck
-
and
-
wing
dancing
on
the
stage
.
The
bouncer
glared
and
went
away
.
"
Got
a
gang
?
"
he
asked
Cheese
-
Face
,
at
the
end
of
the
act
.
"
Sure
.
"
"
Then
I
got
to
get
one
,
"
Martin
announced
.
Between
the
acts
he
mustered
his
following
—
three
fellows
he
knew
from
the
nail
works
,
a
railroad
fireman
,
and
half
a
dozen
of
the
Boo
Gang
,
along
with
as
many
more
from
the
dread
Eighteen
-
and
-
Market
Gang
.
When
the
theatre
let
out
,
the
two
gangs
strung
along
inconspicuously
on
opposite
sides
of
the
street
.
When
they
came
to
a
quiet
corner
,
they
united
and
held
a
council
of
war
.
"
Eighth
Street
Bridge
is
the
place
,
"
said
a
red
-
headed
fellow
belonging
to
Cheese
-
Face
’
s
Gang
.
"
You
kin
fight
in
the
middle
,
under
the
electric
light
,
an
’
whichever
way
the
bulls
come
in
we
kin
sneak
the
other
way
.
"
"
That
’
s
agreeable
to
me
,
"
Martin
said
,
after
consulting
with
the
leaders
of
his
own
gang
.
The
Eighth
Street
Bridge
,
crossing
an
arm
of
San
Antonio
Estuary
,
was
the
length
of
three
city
blocks
.
In
the
middle
of
the
bridge
,
and
at
each
end
,
were
electric
lights
.
No
policeman
could
pass
those
end
-
lights
unseen
.
It
was
the
safe
place
for
the
battle
that
revived
itself
under
Martin
’
s
eyelids
.
