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"
Listen
,
you
’
re
turning
right
around
and
getting
out
.
"
Mac
cried
,
"
You
’
re
yellow
,
that
’
s
what
you
are
.
You
put
twenty
men
hiding
along
the
road
.
You
’
re
yellow
as
hell
.
"
"
Who
’
s
yellow
?
There
’
s
just
three
of
us
.
But
if
you
’
re
not
out
of
the
Valley
by
morning
,
there
’
ll
be
fifty
.
"
"
Step
on
it
,
Jim
!
"
The
engine
roared
.
The
Ford
bucked
ahead
like
a
horse
.
The
man
on
the
side
spun
off
into
the
darkness
,
and
the
man
in
front
jumped
for
his
life
.
The
rattling
car
leaped
over
the
road
with
a
noise
of
falling
andirons
.
Mac
looked
over
his
shoulder
.
"
The
flashlight
’
s
gone
,
"
he
shouted
.
Jim
ran
the
car
behind
the
long
building
.
They
jumped
out
and
sprinted
around
the
end
of
the
bunk
house
.
The
space
in
front
of
the
doorways
was
dense
with
men
standing
in
groups
,
talking
in
low
tones
.
On
the
doorsteps
the
women
sat
,
hugging
their
skirts
down
around
their
knees
.
A
droning
,
monotonous
hum
of
talk
came
from
the
groups
.
At
least
five
hundred
men
were
there
,
men
from
other
ranches
.
The
tough
kid
Jim
had
spoken
to
stalked
near
.
"
Didn
’
t
believe
me
,
huh
?
Well
,
how
’
s
this
look
to
you
?
"
Mac
asked
him
,
"
Seen
London
?
"
"
Sure
I
seen
him
.
We
elected
him
chairman
.
He
’
s
in
his
room
now
with
the
committee
.
Thought
I
was
nuts
,
didn
’
t
you
?
"
he
said
to
Jim
.
"
I
told
you
I
was
on
the
in
.
"
