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"
I
guess
I
don
’
t
.
Say
something
now
!
All
I
can
think
of
is
that
poor
little
Joy
shot
up
.
He
didn
’
t
have
much
sense
,
but
he
wasn
’
t
afraid
of
anything
.
"
"
He
was
a
nice
little
guy
,
"
Jim
said
.
"
’
Member
what
he
said
?
Nobody
was
going
to
make
him
stop
calling
sons
-
of
-
bitches
,
‘
sons
-
of
-
bitches
.
’
I
wish
I
didn
’
t
get
this
lost
feeling
sometimes
,
Jim
.
"
"
A
little
fried
pork
might
help
.
"
"
By
God
,
that
’
s
right
.
I
didn
’
t
have
much
this
morning
.
Let
’
s
go
over
.
"
A
long
delivery
wagon
drove
up
the
road
and
stopped
in
front
of
the
line
of
cars
.
From
the
seat
a
fussy
little
man
stepped
down
and
walked
into
the
camp
.
"
Who
’
s
in
charge
here
?
"
he
demanded
of
Mac
.
"
Dakin
.
He
’
s
over
in
that
big
tent
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
m
the
coroner
.
I
want
that
corpse
.
"
"
Where
’
s
your
bodyguard
?
"
Mac
asked
.
The
little
man
puffed
at
him
.
"
What
do
I
want
with
a
bodyguard
?
I
’
m
the
coroner
.
Where
’
s
that
corpse
?
"
"
In
the
big
tent
over
there
.
It
’
s
all
ready
for
you
.
"
