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Mac
still
laughed
softly
to
himself
.
"
What
a
break
!
"
he
said
.
"
New
lease
on
life
.
Oh
,
Dick
’
s
a
great
guy
.
He
’
s
a
great
guy
.
"
Jim
,
looking
at
the
crowd
,
saw
it
stir
to
life
,
it
swirled
.
An
excited
commotion
overcame
it
.
The
mob
eddied
,
broke
and
started
back
to
the
truck
.
London
,
in
the
lead
,
was
pointing
out
men
with
his
finger
.
The
crowd
surrounded
the
truck
,
laughing
,
shouting
.
Albert
Johnson
put
his
muddy
ropes
under
the
seat
and
climbed
in
.
Mac
got
in
beside
him
,
and
helped
Jim
in
.
"
Keep
the
guys
together
,
London
,
"
he
shouted
.
"
Don
’
t
let
’
em
straggle
.
"
The
ten
chosen
men
leaped
on
the
bed
of
the
truck
.
And
then
the
crowd
played
.
They
held
the
tailboard
until
the
wheels
churned
.
They
made
mud
-
balls
and
threw
them
at
the
men
sitting
on
the
truck
.
Outside
,
in
the
road
,
the
police
stood
quietly
and
waited
.
Albert
Johnson
jerked
his
clutch
in
and
tore
loose
from
the
grip
of
the
crowd
.
The
motor
panted
heavily
as
he
struck
the
road
.
Two
of
the
cops
kicked
over
their
motors
and
fell
in
beside
the
truck
.
Mac
turned
and
looked
out
through
the
rear
window
of
the
cab
at
the
crowd
.
They
came
boiling
out
of
the
cemetery
in
a
wave
.
They
broke
on
the
road
,
hurrying
along
,
filling
the
road
,
while
the
cops
vainly
tried
to
keep
a
passage
clear
for
automobiles
.
The
jubilant
men
mocked
them
and
pushed
them
and
surged
around
them
,
laughing
like
children
.
The
truck
,
with
its
escorts
,
turned
a
corner
and
moved
quickly
away
.
Albert
watched
his
speedometer
warily
.
"
I
guess
these
babies
’
d
like
to
pick
me
up
for
speeding
.
"
"
Damn
right
,
"
said
Mac
.
He
turned
to
Jim
.
"
Keep
your
head
down
if
we
pass
anybody
,
Jim
.
"
And
then
to
Albert
,
"
If
anybody
tries
to
stop
us
,
drive
right
over
’
em
.
Remember
what
happened
to
Dakin
’
s
truck
.
"
Albert
nodded
and
dropped
his
speed
to
forty
.
"
Nobody
ain
’
t
goin
’
to
stop
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ve
drove
a
truck
all
my
life
when
I
could
get
it
.
"
They
did
not
go
through
the
town
,
but
cut
around
one
end
of
it
,
crossed
a
wooden
bridge
over
the
river
and
turned
into
Gallinas
Road
.
Albert
slowed
up
to
let
the
red
-
haired
youth
drop
off
.
He
waved
his
hand
airily
as
they
drove
away
.
The
road
lay
between
the
interminable
apple
trees
.
They
drove
three
miles
to
the
foothills
before
the
orchards
began
to
fall
off
,
giving
place
to
stubble
fields
.
Jim
watched
the
galvanized
postboxes
at
the
side
of
the
road
.
"
There
’
s
two
-
eighteen
,
"
he
said
.
"
Not
very
far
now
.
"
One
of
the
cops
turned
back
and
went
toward
the
town
,
but
the
other
hung
on
.
"
There
it
is
,
"
Jim
said
.
"
That
big
white
gate
there
.
"
