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"
Hello
,
Al
,
"
Mac
said
quietly
.
"
How
’
s
she
go
,
boy
?
"
The
eyes
brightened
.
"
O
.
K
.
,
"
said
Al
.
"
It
hurts
quite
a
lot
.
Doc
says
it
’
ll
keep
me
down
some
time
.
"
Mac
leaned
over
the
cot
and
picked
up
Al
’
s
good
hand
.
"
Not
too
hard
,
"
Al
said
quickly
.
"
There
’
s
busted
ribs
on
that
side
.
"
Anderson
stood
by
;
his
eyes
were
burning
.
"
Now
you
see
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
see
what
comes
of
it
.
Lunch
wagon
burned
,
Al
hurt
,
now
you
see
.
"
"
Oh
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
,
Dad
,
"
Al
said
weakly
.
"
Don
’
t
start
that
again
.
They
call
you
Mac
,
don
’
t
they
?
"
"
Right
.
"
"
Well
,
look
,
Mac
.
D
’
you
think
I
could
get
into
the
Party
?
"
"
You
mean
you
want
to
go
in
active
work
?
"
"
Yeah
.
Think
I
could
get
in
?
"
"
I
think
so
—
"
Mac
said
slowly
.
"
I
’
ll
give
you
an
application
card
.
What
you
want
to
come
in
for
,
Al
?
"
The
heavy
face
twisted
in
a
grimace
.
Al
swung
his
head
back
and
forth
.
"
I
been
thinkin
’
,
"
he
said
.
"
Ever
since
they
beat
me
up
I
been
thinkin
’
.
I
can
’
t
get
those
guys
outa
my
head
—
my
little
wagon
all
burned
up
,
an
’
them
jumpin
’
on
me
with
their
feet
;
and
two
cops
down
on
the
corner
watchin
’
,
and
not
doin
’
a
thing
!
I
can
’
t
get
that
outa
my
head
.
"
"
And
so
you
want
to
join
up
with
us
,
huh
,
Al
?
"
