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The
men
broke
and
hurried
back
to
the
stoves
.
Mac
and
Jim
moved
up
to
where
the
leaders
stood
.
London
was
saying
,
"
I
wouldn
’
t
trust
’
em
to
put
up
much
of
a
scrap
.
They
don
’
t
look
none
too
mean
to
me
.
"
"
Too
early
in
the
morning
,
"
Mac
assured
him
.
"
They
ain
’
t
had
their
coffee
yet
.
Guys
are
different
before
they
’
ve
ate
.
"
Dakin
demanded
,
"
You
guys
goin
’
along
?
"
"
Damn
right
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
But
look
,
Dakin
,
we
got
men
out
gettin
’
food
and
supplies
together
.
Fix
it
so
some
cars
can
go
in
for
the
stuff
when
they
send
the
word
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
We
’
ll
need
it
by
tonight
,
too
.
Them
beans
’
ll
be
all
gone
.
It
takes
a
hell
of
a
lot
to
feed
a
bunch
like
this
.
"
Burke
said
,
"
I
’
m
for
startin
’
a
mix
soon
’
s
the
scabs
get
off
the
train
.
Scare
hell
out
of
’
em
.
"
"
Better
talk
first
,
"
Mac
said
.
"
I
seen
half
a
trainload
of
scabs
go
over
to
the
strike
if
they
was
talked
to
first
.
You
jump
on
’
em
and
you
’
ll
scare
some
,
and
make
some
mad
.
"
Dakin
watched
him
suspiciously
while
he
talked
.
"
Well
,
let
’
s
be
movin
’
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
got
to
pick
the
guys
to
stay
.
Doc
and
his
men
can
clean
up
the
camp
.
I
’
m
goin
’
in
my
truck
;
London
an
’
Burke
can
ride
with
me
.
We
better
leave
these
damn
old
cans
here
.
"
The
sun
was
just
coming
up
when
the
long
,
ragged
column
started
out
.
The
squad
leaders
kept
their
men
to
one
side
of
the
road
.
Jim
heard
a
man
say
,
"
Don
’
t
bother
with
clods
.
Wait
till
we
get
to
the
railroad
right
-
of
-
way
.
There
’
s
nice
granite
rocks
in
the
roadbed
.
"
Singing
broke
out
,
the
tuneless
,
uneven
singing
of
untrained
men
.
Dakin
’
s
green
Chevrolet
truck
led
off
,
idling
in
low
gear
.
The
column
of
men
followed
it
,
and
the
crowd
left
in
camp
with
the
women
howled
goodbyes
after
them
.
They
had
hardly
started
when
ten
motorcycle
policemen
rode
up
and
spaced
themselves
along
the
line
of
march
.
When
they
had
gone
half
a
mile
along
the
road
a
big
open
car
,
jammed
with
men
,
dashed
to
the
head
of
the
column
and
parked
across
the
road
.
All
of
the
men
carried
rifles
in
their
hands
,
and
all
wore
deputies
’
badges
.
The
driver
stood
up
on
the
seat
.
"
You
men
are
going
to
keep
order
,
and
don
’
t
forget
it
,
"
he
shouted
.
"
You
can
march
as
long
as
you
don
’
t
block
traffic
,
but
you
’
re
not
going
to
interfere
with
anybody
.
Get
that
?
"
He
sat
down
,
moved
his
car
in
front
of
Dakin
’
s
truck
and
led
the
whole
march
.
