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Wouldn
’
t
be
their
fault
they
were
that
way
.
You
couldn
’
t
say
,
’
Those
dogs
are
that
way
because
they
haven
’
t
any
ambition
.
They
don
’
t
save
their
bones
.
Dogs
always
are
that
way
.
’
No
,
you
’
d
try
to
clean
them
up
and
feed
them
.
I
guess
that
’
s
the
way
it
is
with
me
.
I
have
some
skill
in
helping
men
,
and
when
I
see
some
who
need
help
,
I
just
do
it
.
I
don
’
t
think
about
it
much
.
If
a
painter
saw
a
piece
of
canvas
,
and
he
had
colors
,
well
,
he
’
d
want
to
paint
on
it
.
He
wouldn
’
t
figure
why
he
wanted
to
.
"
"
Sure
,
I
get
you
.
In
one
way
it
seems
cold
-
blooded
,
standing
aside
and
looking
down
on
men
like
that
,
and
never
getting
yourself
mixed
up
with
them
;
but
another
way
,
Doc
,
it
seems
fine
as
the
devil
,
and
clean
.
"
"
Oh
,
Mac
,
I
’
m
about
out
of
disinfectant
.
You
’
ll
get
no
more
fine
smell
if
I
don
’
t
get
some
more
carbolic
.
"
"
I
’
ll
see
what
I
can
do
,
"
said
Mac
.
A
hundred
yards
away
a
yellow
light
was
shining
.
"
Isn
’
t
that
Anderson
’
s
house
?
"
Jim
asked
.
"
I
guess
it
is
.
We
ought
to
pick
up
a
guard
pretty
soon
.
"
They
walked
on
toward
the
light
,
and
they
were
not
challenged
.
They
came
to
the
gate
of
the
house
-
yard
without
being
challenged
.
Mac
said
,
"
God
-
damn
it
,
where
are
the
guys
London
sent
over
?
Go
on
in
,
Doc
.
I
’
m
going
to
see
if
I
can
’
t
find
’
em
.
"
Burton
walked
up
the
path
and
into
the
lighted
kitchen
.
Mac
and
Jim
went
toward
the
barn
,
and
inside
the
barn
they
found
the
men
,
lying
down
in
the
low
bed
of
hay
smoking
cigarettes
.
A
kerosene
lamp
hung
on
a
hook
on
the
wall
and
threw
a
yellow
light
on
the
line
of
empty
stalls
and
on
the
great
pile
of
boxed
apples
—
Anderson
’
s
crop
,
waiting
to
be
moved
.
Mac
spluttered
with
anger
,
but
he
quickly
controlled
himself
,
and
when
he
spoke
his
voice
was
soft
and
friendly
.
"
Listen
,
you
guys
,
"
he
argued
.
"
This
isn
’
t
any
joke
.
We
got
word
the
damn
vigilantes
is
goin
’
to
try
something
on
Anderson
to
get
back
at
him
for
lettin
’
us
stay
on
his
place
.
S
’
pose
he
never
let
us
stay
?
They
’
d
be
kickin
’
us
all
over
hell
by
now
.
Anderson
’
s
a
nice
guy
.
We
hadn
’
t
ought
to
let
nobody
hurt
him
.
"
"
There
ain
’
t
nobody
around
,
"
one
of
the
men
protested
.
"
Jesus
,
mister
,
we
can
’
t
hang
around
all
night
.
We
was
out
picketin
’
all
afternoon
.
"
"
Go
on
,
then
,
"
Mac
cried
angrily
.
"
Let
’
em
raid
this
place
.
Then
Anderson
’
ll
kick
us
off
.
Then
where
in
hell
would
we
be
?
"
