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Across
the
street
from
the
right
-
of
-
way
stood
a
line
of
dilapidated
stores
and
restaurants
with
furnished
rooms
in
their
upper
storeys
.
Mac
glanced
over
his
shoulder
.
The
windows
of
the
rooms
were
full
of
men
’
s
heads
looking
out
.
Mac
said
,
"
I
don
’
t
like
the
looks
of
those
guys
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
Jim
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
There
ought
to
be
some
women
there
.
There
aren
’
t
any
women
at
all
.
"
In
the
doorways
of
the
box
-
cars
strike
-
breakers
sat
,
and
standing
behind
them
were
others
.
They
stared
uneasily
.
They
made
no
move
to
get
out
on
to
the
ground
.
Then
London
stepped
out
in
front
,
stepped
so
close
to
a
guard
that
the
shot
-
gun
muzzle
turned
and
pointed
at
his
stomach
,
and
the
guard
moved
back
a
pace
.
The
engine
panted
rhythmically
,
like
a
great
,
tired
animal
.
London
cupped
his
hands
around
his
mouth
.
His
deep
voice
roared
,
"
Come
on
over
,
you
guys
.
Don
’
t
fight
against
us
.
Don
’
t
help
the
cops
.
"
His
voice
was
cut
off
by
a
shriek
of
steam
.
A
jet
of
white
leaped
from
the
side
of
the
engine
,
drowning
London
’
s
voice
,
blotting
out
every
sound
but
its
own
swishing
scream
.
The
line
of
strikers
moved
restively
,
bellied
out
in
the
middle
,
toward
the
guards
.
The
shotgun
muzzles
turned
and
swept
the
ranks
.
The
guards
’
faces
tightened
,
but
their
threat
had
stopped
the
line
.
The
steam
shrieked
on
,
and
its
white
plume
rose
up
and
broke
into
little
pieces
.
In
the
doorway
of
one
of
the
box
-
cars
a
commotion
started
,
a
kind
of
a
boiling
of
the
men
.
A
man
squirmed
through
the
seated
scabs
and
dropped
to
the
ground
.
Mac
shouted
in
Jim
’
s
ear
,
"
My
God
!
It
’
s
Joy
!
"
The
misshapen
,
gnome
-
like
figure
faced
the
doorway
,
and
the
men
.
The
arms
waved
jerkily
.
Still
the
steam
screeched
.
The
men
in
the
doorway
dropped
to
the
ground
and
stood
in
front
of
the
frantic
,
jerking
Joy
.
He
turned
and
waved
his
arm
toward
the
strikers
.
His
beaten
face
was
contorted
.
Five
or
six
of
the
men
fell
in
behind
him
,
and
the
whole
group
moved
toward
the
line
of
strikers
.
The
guards
turned
sideways
,
nervously
trying
to
watch
both
sides
at
once
.
And
then
—
above
the
steam
—
three
sharp
,
cracking
sounds
.
Mac
looked
back
at
the
stores
.
Heads
and
rifles
were
withdrawn
quickly
from
the
room
windows
and
the
windows
dropped
.
