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London
spoke
softly
to
the
girl
,
and
to
the
dark
boy
,
and
in
a
moment
they
went
out
of
the
tent
,
she
holding
the
shoulder
blanket
tight
about
herself
and
the
baby
.
Mac
sat
down
on
one
end
of
the
oblong
box
and
rubbed
the
wood
with
his
forefinger
.
The
coarse
pine
grains
wriggled
like
little
rivers
over
the
wood
.
Jim
stood
behind
Mac
and
stared
over
his
shoulder
.
London
moved
nervously
about
the
tent
,
and
his
eyes
avoided
the
coffin
.
Mac
said
,
"
Nice
piece
o
’
goods
the
county
puts
out
.
"
"
What
you
want
for
nothing
?
"
London
demanded
.
"
Well
,
"
Mac
replied
,
"
I
don
’
t
want
nothing
for
myself
but
a
bonfire
,
just
a
fire
to
get
rid
of
me
,
so
I
won
’
t
lie
around
.
"
He
stood
up
and
felt
in
his
jeans
pocket
and
brought
out
a
big
knife
.
One
of
the
blades
had
a
screwdriver
end
.
He
fitted
it
to
a
screw
in
the
coffin
-
lid
and
twisted
.
London
cried
,
"
What
do
you
want
to
open
it
for
?
That
won
’
t
do
no
good
.
Leave
him
be
.
"
"
I
want
to
see
him
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
What
for
?
He
’
s
dead
—
he
’
s
a
lump
of
dirt
.
"
The
doctor
said
softly
,
"
Sometimes
I
think
you
realists
are
the
most
sentimental
people
in
the
world
.
"
Mac
snorted
and
laid
the
screw
carefully
on
the
ground
.
"
If
you
think
this
is
sentiment
,
you
’
re
nuts
,
Doc
.
I
want
to
see
if
it
’
d
be
a
good
idea
for
the
guys
to
look
at
him
tomorrow
.
We
got
to
shoot
some
juice
into
’
em
some
way
.
They
’
re
dyin
’
on
their
feet
.
"
Burton
said
,
"
Fun
with
dead
bodies
,
huh
?
"
