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Sam
said
,
"
You
’
ll
see
plenty
before
you
get
out
of
this
,
fella
.
You
’
re
just
like
all
the
stiffs
in
the
world
.
You
’
re
king
of
hell
,
now
.
In
a
minute
you
’
ll
start
belly
-
achin
’
,
an
’
the
next
thing
,
you
’
ll
sneak
out
.
"
An
angry
chorus
broke
on
him
.
"
You
think
so
,
smart
guy
?
Well
,
just
show
us
some
-
thin
’
to
do
.
"
"
You
got
no
call
to
be
talkin
’
like
that
.
What
the
hell
’
d
you
ever
do
?
"
Sam
spat
in
the
road
.
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
I
done
.
I
was
in
’
Frisco
on
Bloody
Thursday
.
I
smacked
a
cop
right
off
a
horse
.
I
was
one
of
the
guys
that
went
in
and
got
them
night
sticks
from
a
carpenters
’
shop
that
the
cops
was
gettin
’
made
.
Got
one
of
’
em
right
now
,
for
a
souvenir
.
"
"
Tha
’
s
a
damn
lie
.
You
ain
’
t
no
longshoreman
;
you
’
re
a
lousy
fruit
tramp
.
"
"
Sure
I
’
m
a
fruit
tramp
.
Know
why
?
’
Cause
I
’
m
blacklisted
with
every
shippin
’
company
in
the
whole
damn
country
,
that
’
s
why
.
"
He
spoke
with
pride
.
A
silence
met
his
assertion
.
He
went
on
,
"
I
seen
more
trouble
than
you
can
-
heat
bindle
-
stiffs
ever
seen
.
"
His
contempt
subjugated
them
.
"
Now
keep
your
eyes
down
them
rows
,
and
cut
out
all
this
talk
.
"
They
marched
along
a
while
.
"
Look
.
There
’
s
boxes
.
"
"
Where
?
"
"
Way
to
hell
an
’
gone
down
that
row
.
"
Jim
looked
in
the
pointed
direction
.
"
There
’
s
guys
down
there
,
"
he
cried
.
