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Dakin
lifted
the
flap
and
stepped
into
the
big
tent
.
"
They
’
re
fryin
’
pork
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
sure
cut
up
that
pig
quick
.
"
Mac
said
,
"
Dakin
,
can
you
have
the
guys
build
a
kind
of
a
platform
?
We
’
ll
want
some
place
for
the
coffin
to
set
.
Y
’
ought
to
have
a
place
to
talk
from
,
too
.
"
"
Want
to
make
a
show
of
it
,
do
you
?
"
"
You
’
re
damn
right
!
You
got
me
kinda
wrong
,
Dakin
.
What
we
got
to
fight
with
?
Rocks
,
sticks
.
Even
Indians
had
bows
an
’
arrows
.
But
let
us
get
one
little
gun
to
protect
ourselves
,
an
’
they
call
out
the
troops
to
stop
the
revolution
.
We
got
damn
few
things
to
fight
with
.
We
got
to
use
what
we
can
.
This
little
guy
was
my
friend
.
Y
’
can
take
it
from
me
he
’
d
want
to
get
used
any
way
we
can
use
him
.
We
got
to
use
him
.
"
He
paused
.
"
Dakin
,
can
’
t
you
see
?
We
’
ll
get
a
hell
of
a
lot
of
people
on
our
side
if
we
put
on
a
public
funeral
.
We
got
to
get
public
opinion
.
"
London
was
nodding
his
head
slowly
up
and
down
.
"
The
guy
’
s
right
,
Dakin
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
if
you
want
it
too
,
London
.
I
s
’
pose
somebody
’
s
got
to
make
a
speech
,
but
I
ain
’
t
goin
’
to
do
it
.
"
"
Well
,
I
will
if
I
have
to
,
"
London
cried
.
"
I
seen
the
little
guy
start
over
to
us
.
I
seen
him
get
it
.
I
’
ll
make
the
speech
if
you
won
’
t
.
"
"
Sounds
like
Cock
Robin
,
"
Burton
said
.
"
Huh
?
"
