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In
a
tent
behind
them
a
man
started
shouting
in
his
sleep
.
A
soft
chorus
of
voices
awakened
him
and
stopped
his
dreaming
.
Mac
and
Jim
wedged
their
way
silently
between
two
cars
and
approached
the
little
group
of
glowing
cigarettes
.
The
sparks
died
down
and
shifted
as
they
approached
.
Mac
called
,
"
Hey
,
you
guys
,
can
we
come
out
there
?
"
From
the
group
a
voice
,
"
How
many
of
you
?
"
"
Two
.
"
"
Come
on
,
then
.
"
As
they
drew
near
a
flashlight
glanced
out
and
touched
their
faces
for
a
second
,
and
then
went
off
.
The
deputies
stood
up
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
their
spokesman
demanded
.
Mac
replied
,
"
We
just
couldn
’
t
sleep
;
thought
we
’
d
come
out
and
talk
.
"
The
man
laughed
.
"
We
been
having
lots
of
company
tonight
.
"
In
the
dark
Mac
pulled
out
his
Bull
Durham
bag
.
"
Any
of
you
guys
want
to
smoke
?
"
"
We
got
smokes
.
What
is
it
you
want
?
"
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
A
lot
of
the
guys
want
to
know
how
you
fellows
feel
about
the
strike
.
They
sent
us
out
to
ask
.
They
know
you
’
re
just
working
men
,
the
same
as
them
.
They
want
to
know
if
you
maybe
won
’
t
help
your
own
kind
of
guys
.
"
