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Jim
insisted
earnestly
,
"
We
’
ve
got
to
use
every
means
,
Doc
.
We
’
ve
got
to
use
every
weapon
.
"
Mac
looked
up
at
him
appreciatively
.
"
That
’
s
the
idea
.
That
’
s
the
way
it
is
.
If
Joy
can
do
some
work
after
he
’
s
dead
,
then
he
’
s
got
to
do
it
.
There
’
s
no
such
things
as
personal
feelings
in
this
crowd
.
Can
’
t
be
.
And
there
’
s
no
such
things
as
good
taste
,
don
’
t
you
forget
it
.
"
London
stood
still
,
listening
and
nodding
his
big
head
slowly
up
and
down
.
"
You
guys
got
it
right
,
"
he
agreed
.
"
Look
at
Dakin
.
He
let
his
damn
truck
make
him
mad
.
I
heard
he
comes
up
for
trial
tomorrow
—
for
assault
.
"
Mac
quickly
turned
out
the
screws
and
laid
them
in
a
line
on
the
ground
.
The
lid
was
stuck
.
He
kicked
it
loose
with
his
heel
.
Joy
looked
flat
and
small
and
painfully
clean
.
He
had
on
a
clean
blue
shirt
,
and
his
oil
soiled
blue
jeans
.
The
arms
were
folded
stiffly
across
the
stomach
.
"
All
he
got
was
a
shot
of
formaldehyde
,
"
Mac
said
.
A
stubble
was
growing
on
Joy
’
s
cheeks
,
looking
very
dark
against
the
grey
,
waxy
skin
.
His
face
was
composed
and
rested
.
The
gnawing
bitterness
was
gone
from
it
.
"
He
looks
quiet
,
"
Jim
remarked
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
That
’
s
the
trouble
.
It
won
’
t
do
no
good
to
show
him
.
He
looks
so
comfortable
all
the
guys
’
ll
want
to
get
right
in
with
him
.
"
The
doctor
moved
close
and
looked
down
at
the
coffin
for
a
moment
,
and
then
he
walked
to
a
box
and
sat
down
.
His
big
,
plaintive
eyes
fastened
on
Mac
’
s
face
.
Mac
still
stared
at
Joy
.
"
He
was
such
a
good
little
guy
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
didn
’
t
want
nothing
for
himself
.
Y
’
see
,
he
wasn
’
t
very
bright
.
But
some
way
he
got
it
into
his
head
something
was
wrong
.
He
didn
’
t
see
why
food
had
to
be
dumped
and
left
to
rot
when
people
were
starving
.
Poor
little
fool
,
he
could
never
understand
that
.
And
he
got
the
notion
he
might
help
to
stop
it
.
I
wonder
how
much
he
helped
?
It
’
s
awful
hard
to
say
.
Maybe
not
at
all
—
maybe
a
lot
.
You
can
’
t
tell
.
"
Mac
’
s
voice
had
become
unsteady
.
The
doctor
’
s
eyes
stayed
on
his
face
,
and
the
doctor
’
s
mouth
was
smiling
a
curious
half
-
sardonic
,
half
-
kindly
smile
.
Jim
interposed
,
"
Joy
wasn
’
t
afraid
of
anything
.
"
Mac
picked
up
the
coffin
-
lid
and
set
it
in
place
again
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
why
we
say
’
poor
little
guy
’
.
He
wasn
’
t
poor
.
He
was
greater
than
himself
.
He
didn
’
t
know
it
—
didn
’
t
care
.
But
there
was
a
kind
of
ecstasy
in
him
all
the
time
,
even
when
they
beat
him
.
And
Jim
says
it
—
he
wasn
’
t
afraid
.
"
Mack
picked
up
a
screw
,
and
stuck
it
through
the
hole
and
turned
it
down
with
his
knife
.
London
said
,
"
That
sounds
like
a
speech
.
Maybe
you
better
give
the
speech
.
I
don
’
t
know
nothin
’
about
talkin
’
.
That
was
a
pretty
speech
.
It
sounded
nice
.
"
Mac
looked
up
guiltily
and
searched
London
for
sarcasm
,
and
found
none
.
"
That
wasn
’
t
a
speech
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
I
guess
it
could
be
,
but
it
wasn
’
t
.
It
’
s
like
tellin
’
the
guy
he
hasn
’
t
been
wasted
.
"
