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"
Wait
,
"
Mac
said
.
"
You
’
re
all
clear
in
town
,
aren
’
t
you
,
Doc
?
"
"
What
do
you
mean
‘
clear
’
?
"
"
I
mean
,
is
there
anything
they
could
hang
a
malpractice
charge
on
you
for
?
"
"
Not
that
I
know
of
.
’
Course
they
can
do
anything
if
they
want
to
bad
enough
.
"
"
Sure
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
I
know
but
it
might
take
’
em
some
time
.
’
Bye
,
Doc
.
See
you
later
.
"
When
Burton
and
Sam
were
gone
,
Mac
turned
to
London
.
"
He
’
s
a
good
guy
.
Looks
like
a
pansy
with
his
pretty
face
,
but
he
’
s
hard
-
boiled
enough
.
And
he
’
s
thorough
as
croton
oil
.
Got
anything
to
eat
,
London
?
"
"
Loaf
of
bread
and
some
cheese
.
"
"
Well
,
what
are
we
waitin
’
for
?
Jim
and
me
forgot
to
eat
last
night
.
"
Jim
said
,
"
I
woke
up
in
the
night
and
remembered
.
"
London
brought
a
bag
from
the
corner
and
laid
out
a
loaf
of
bread
and
a
slab
of
cheese
.
There
was
a
stirring
outside
.
The
hum
of
voices
that
had
been
still
for
several
hours
broke
out
again
.
Doors
opened
and
slammed
.
Men
hacked
their
throats
clear
of
mucous
and
spat
and
blew
their
noses
.
The
clear
day
had
come
,
and
the
sun
was
red
through
the
windows
.
Mac
,
talking
around
a
mouthful
of
cheese
,
said
,
"
London
,
what
do
you
think
of
Dakin
for
general
chairman
of
the
strike
committee
and
boss
-
in
-
chief
?
"
