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Jim
and
Mac
marched
fifty
feet
behind
Dakin
’
s
truck
.
Mac
said
,
"
They
got
a
reception
committee
for
us
.
Ain
’
t
that
kind
of
’
em
?
"
The
men
about
him
tittered
.
Mac
continued
,
"
They
say
’
you
got
a
right
to
strike
,
but
you
can
’
t
picket
,
’
an
’
they
know
a
strike
won
’
t
work
without
picket
-
in
’
.
"
There
was
no
laughter
this
time
.
The
men
growled
,
but
there
was
little
anger
in
the
tone
.
Mac
glanced
nervously
at
Jim
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
it
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
This
bunch
of
bums
isn
’
t
keyed
up
.
I
hope
to
Christ
something
happens
to
make
’
em
mad
before
long
.
This
’
s
going
to
fizzle
out
if
something
don
’
t
happen
.
"
The
straggling
parade
moved
into
town
and
took
to
the
sidewalks
.
The
men
were
quiet
now
,
and
most
of
them
looked
shamefaced
.
As
they
came
into
the
town
,
householders
watched
through
the
windows
,
and
children
stood
on
the
lawns
and
looked
at
them
until
the
parents
dragged
them
into
the
houses
and
shut
the
doors
.
Very
few
citizens
moved
about
in
the
streets
.
The
motorcycles
of
the
police
idled
along
so
slowly
that
the
riders
had
to
put
out
their
feet
and
touch
the
ground
occasionally
to
keep
upright
.
Led
by
the
sheriff
’
s
car
,
the
procession
moved
along
back
streets
until
it
came
at
last
to
the
railroad
yard
.
The
men
stopped
along
the
edge
of
the
right
-
of
-
way
,
for
the
line
was
guarded
by
twenty
men
armed
with
shot
-
guns
and
tear
gas
bombs
.
Dakin
parked
his
truck
at
the
curb
.
The
men
silently
spread
out
and
faced
the
line
of
special
policemen
.
Dakin
and
London
walked
up
and
down
the
dense
front
,
giving
instructions
.
The
men
must
not
start
any
trouble
with
the
cops
if
they
could
help
it
.
There
was
to
be
talk
first
,
and
that
was
all
.
On
the
right
of
way
two
long
lines
of
refrigerator
cars
stood
idle
.
Jim
said
,
aside
,
to
Mac
,
"
Maybe
they
’
ll
stop
the
freight
way
up
the
track
and
unload
the
guys
.
Then
we
wouldn
’
t
get
a
chance
at
them
.
"
Mac
shook
his
head
.
"
Later
they
might
,
but
now
I
think
they
want
a
show
-
down
.
They
figure
they
can
scare
us
off
.
Jesus
,
I
wish
the
train
’
d
come
in
.
Waiting
raises
hell
with
guys
like
ours
.
They
get
scared
when
they
have
to
wait
around
.
"
A
number
of
the
men
were
sitting
down
on
the
curb
by
now
.
A
buzz
of
quiet
talk
came
from
the
close
-
pressed
line
.
They
were
hemmed
in
,
railroad
guards
on
one
side
,
motorcycle
police
and
deputy
sheriffs
on
the
other
.
The
men
looked
nervous
and
self
-
conscious
.
The
sheriff
’
s
deputies
carried
their
rifles
in
two
hands
,
held
across
their
stomachs
.
"
The
cops
are
scared
,
too
,
"
Mac
said
.
London
reassured
a
group
of
men
.
"
They
ain
’
t
a
goin
’
to
do
no
shootin
’
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
can
’
t
afford
to
do
no
shootin
’
.
"
Someone
shouted
,
"
She
’
s
in
the
block
!
"
Far
along
the
track
the
block
arm
of
the
semaphore
was
up
.
A
line
of
smoke
showed
above
the
trees
,
and
the
tracks
rumbled
under
approaching
wheels
.
Now
the
men
stood
up
from
the
curb
and
craned
their
necks
up
the
track
.
London
bellowed
,
"
Hold
the
guys
in
,
now
.
"
They
could
see
the
black
engine
and
the
freight
cars
moving
slowly
in
;
and
in
the
doorways
of
the
cars
they
could
see
the
legs
of
men
.
The
engine
crashed
slowly
in
,
puffing
out
bursts
of
steam
from
under
its
wheels
.
It
drew
into
a
siding
and
its
brakes
set
.
The
cars
jarred
together
,
the
ending
stood
wheezing
and
panting
.
