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Joy
had
stopped
,
his
eyes
wide
.
His
mouth
flew
open
and
a
jet
of
blood
rolled
down
his
chin
,
and
down
his
shirt
.
His
eyes
ranged
wildly
over
the
crowd
of
men
.
He
fell
on
his
face
and
clawed
outward
with
his
fingers
.
The
guards
stared
unbelievingly
at
the
squirming
figure
on
the
ground
.
Suddenly
the
steam
stopped
;
and
the
quietness
fell
on
the
men
like
a
wave
of
sound
.
The
line
of
strikers
stood
still
,
with
strange
,
dreaming
faces
.
Joy
lifted
himself
up
with
his
arms
,
like
a
lizard
,
and
then
dropped
again
.
A
little
thick
river
of
blood
ran
down
on
the
crushed
rock
of
the
roadbed
.
A
strange
,
heavy
movement
started
among
the
men
.
London
moved
forward
woodenly
,
and
the
men
moved
forward
.
They
were
stiff
.
The
guards
aimed
with
their
guns
,
but
the
line
moved
on
,
unheeding
,
unseeing
.
The
guards
stepped
swiftly
sideways
to
get
out
of
the
way
,
for
the
box
-
car
doors
were
belching
silent
men
who
moved
slowly
in
.
The
ends
of
the
long
line
curled
and
circled
slowly
around
the
center
of
the
dead
man
,
like
sheep
about
a
nucleus
.
Jim
clung
shivering
to
Mac
’
s
arm
.
Mac
turned
and
muttered
,
"
He
’
s
done
the
first
real
,
useful
thing
in
his
life
.
Poor
Joy
.
He
’
s
done
it
.
He
’
d
be
so
glad
.
Look
at
the
cops
,
Jim
.
Let
go
my
arm
.
Don
’
t
lose
your
nerve
.
Look
at
the
cops
!
"
The
guards
were
frightened
,
riots
they
could
stop
,
fighting
they
could
stop
;
but
this
slow
,
silent
movement
of
men
with
the
wide
eyes
of
sleep
-
walkers
terrified
them
.
They
held
to
their
places
,
but
the
sheriff
started
his
car
.
The
motorcycle
police
moved
imperceptibly
toward
their
parked
machines
.
The
strike
-
breakers
were
out
of
the
cars
by
now
.
Some
of
them
crept
between
the
box
-
cars
or
under
the
wheels
and
hurried
away
on
the
other
side
,
but
most
of
them
moved
up
and
packed
tightly
about
the
place
where
Joy
lay
.
Mac
saw
Dakin
standing
on
the
outskirts
of
the
mob
,
his
little
pale
eyes
for
once
looking
straight
ahead
and
not
moving
.
Mac
walked
over
to
him
.
"
We
better
get
him
in
your
truck
and
take
him
out
to
the
camp
.
"
Dakin
turned
slowly
.
"
We
can
’
t
touch
him
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
cops
’
ll
have
to
take
him
.
"
Mac
said
sharply
,
"
Why
didn
’
t
the
cops
catch
those
guys
in
the
windows
?
Look
at
the
cops
,
they
’
re
scared
to
death
.
We
’
ve
got
to
take
him
,
I
tell
you
.
We
’
ve
got
to
use
him
to
step
our
guys
up
,
to
keep
’
em
together
.
This
’
ll
stick
’
em
together
,
this
’
ll
make
’
em
fight
.
"
Dakin
grimaced
.
"
You
’
re
a
cold
-
blooded
bastard
.
Don
’
t
you
think
of
nothing
but
‘
strike
’
?
"
Jim
broke
in
,
"
Dakin
,
that
little
guy
got
shot
trying
to
help
us
.
D
’
you
want
to
stop
him
now
from
doing
it
?
"
