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London
,
hurrying
past
,
caught
the
last
words
.
"
Who
’
s
goin
’
to
get
mean
?
"
Mac
turned
around
.
"
Hello
,
London
.
We
been
talkin
’
about
these
here
guys
.
They
’
re
all
fallin
’
to
pieces
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
I
been
around
with
these
stiffs
long
enough
to
tell
.
"
"
Well
,
I
just
said
they
’
d
start
fightin
’
,
if
we
didn
’
t
put
’
em
to
work
.
"
"
They
already
did
.
That
bunch
we
left
in
camp
this
morning
had
a
fuss
.
One
of
the
guys
tried
to
make
another
guy
’
s
woman
.
An
’
the
first
guy
come
in
an
’
stuck
him
with
a
pair
of
scissors
.
Doc
fixed
him
up
.
He
like
to
bled
to
death
,
I
guess
.
"
"
You
see
,
Jim
?
I
told
you
.
Listen
,
London
,
Dakin
’
s
sore
at
me
.
He
don
’
t
want
to
listen
to
nothing
I
tell
him
,
but
he
’
ll
listen
to
you
.
We
got
to
move
these
guys
before
they
get
into
trouble
.
Make
’
em
march
in
a
circle
—
make
’
em
dig
a
hole
and
then
fill
it
up
.
It
don
’
t
make
no
difference
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
Well
,
how
about
picketin
’
?
"
"
Swell
,
but
I
don
’
t
think
there
’
s
much
work
goin
’
on
yet
.
"
"
What
do
we
care
,
if
it
moves
the
guys
off
their
ass
.
"
"
You
got
a
head
,
London
.
See
if
you
can
get
Dakin
to
send
’
em
out
,
about
fifty
in
a
bunch
,
out
in
different
directions
.
Let
’
em
keep
to
the
roads
,
and
if
they
see
any
apple
pickin
’
,
let
’
em
break
it
up
.
"
