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"
You
got
no
witness
to
a
threat
,
"
Mac
said
.
Outside
the
deputies
tried
to
see
in
between
the
stiff
bodies
of
the
guardians
.
"
You
’
re
fools
,
all
of
you
,
"
the
‘
super
’
said
.
"
If
I
need
’
em
,
I
’
ll
have
a
dozen
witnesses
to
anything
I
want
.
You
’
ve
had
my
last
word
.
"
The
guardians
stepped
aside
for
the
‘
super
.
’
The
deputies
ranged
up
beside
him
.
Not
a
sound
came
from
the
bunched
men
.
A
lane
opened
up
for
the
three
and
they
strode
out
through
it
.
The
silent
men
followed
them
with
their
eyes
,
and
the
eyes
were
puzzled
and
angry
.
The
three
marched
stiffly
to
a
big
roadster
that
stood
at
one
end
of
the
building
.
They
climbed
in
and
drove
away
.
And
then
the
crowd
looked
slowly
back
at
the
open
door
of
London
’
s
room
.
London
stood
leaning
against
the
door
-
jamb
,
looking
weak
and
sick
.
Mac
stepped
into
the
doorway
and
put
his
arm
around
London
’
s
shoulders
.
They
were
two
feet
above
the
heads
of
the
quiet
men
.
Mac
cried
,
"
Listen
,
you
guys
.
We
didn
’
t
want
to
tell
you
before
they
got
away
;
we
was
afraid
you
’
d
stomp
’
em
to
death
.
That
mug
come
here
to
try
to
get
London
to
sell
you
out
.
London
was
goin
’
to
get
a
steady
job
,
an
’
you
guys
was
goin
’
to
get
screwed
.
"
A
growl
started
,
a
snarling
growl
.
Mac
held
up
his
hand
.
"
No
need
to
get
mad
,
wait
a
minute
,
now
.
Jus
’
remember
it
later
;
they
tried
to
buy
London
—
an
’
they
couldn
’
t
.
Now
shut
up
for
a
minute
.
We
got
to
get
out
o
’
here
.
We
got
a
ranch
to
stay
on
.
There
’
s
goin
’
to
be
order
,
too
.
That
’
s
the
only
way
we
can
win
this
.
We
all
got
to
take
orders
.
Now
the
guys
that
got
cars
take
all
the
women
an
’
kids
an
’
the
truck
that
can
’
t
be
carried
.
The
rest
’
ll
have
to
walk
.
Now
be
nice
.
Don
’
t
break
nothing
—
yet
.
An
’
stay
together
.
While
you
’
re
gettin
’
your
stuff
picked
up
,
London
wants
to
see
his
committee
.
"
The
moment
he
stopped
talking
a
turbulence
broke
out
.
Shouting
and
laughing
,
the
men
eddied
.
They
seemed
filled
with
a
terrible
joy
,
a
bloody
,
lustful
joy
.
Their
laughter
was
heavy
.
Into
the
rooms
they
swarmed
,
and
carried
out
their
things
and
piled
them
on
the
ground
—
pots
and
kettles
,
blankets
,
bundles
of
clothing
.
The
women
rolled
out
push
-
carts
for
the
children
.
Six
of
the
committeemen
forced
and
shouldered
their
way
through
the
press
,
and
entered
London
’
s
room
.
The
sun
was
clear
of
the
trees
now
,
and
the
air
was
warmed
by
it
.
Behind
the
buildings
battered
old
cars
began
to
start
with
bursts
of
noise
.
There
were
sounds
of
hammering
as
possessions
were
boxed
.
The
place
swam
with
activity
,
with
the
commotion
of
endless
trips
back
and
forth
,
of
opinions
shouted
,
of
judgments
made
and
overruled
.
London
let
his
committee
in
and
shut
the
door
to
keep
out
the
noise
.
The
men
were
silent
,
dignified
,
grave
and
important
.
They
sat
on
boxes
and
clasped
their
knees
and
bent
portentous
looks
at
the
walls
.
Mac
said
,
"
London
,
d
’
you
mind
if
I
talk
to
them
?
"
