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Mac
cried
,
"
What
good
would
you
be
?
The
guys
that
go
have
to
be
fighters
.
You
just
take
up
room
with
that
bum
arm
.
Use
your
head
.
"
London
pushed
open
the
flaps
and
came
in
.
His
face
was
flushed
with
pleasure
.
"
Them
guys
is
sure
steamed
up
,
"
he
said
.
"
Jesus
,
they
’
re
belly
-
for
-
back
to
kick
Torgas
for
a
growler
.
"
"
Don
’
t
give
’
em
no
headway
,
"
Mac
advised
.
"
They
got
their
guts
full
of
chow
.
If
they
go
loose
,
we
ain
’
t
never
goin
’
to
catch
up
with
them
.
"
London
pulled
up
a
box
and
sat
down
on
it
.
"
The
chow
’
s
about
ready
,
the
guy
says
.
I
want
to
ast
you
,
Mac
,
ever
’
body
says
you
’
re
a
red
.
Them
two
guys
that
come
to
talk
both
said
it
.
Seemed
to
know
all
about
you
.
"
"
Yeah
?
"
"
Tell
me
straight
,
Mac
.
Is
you
an
’
Jim
reds
?
"
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
London
’
s
eyes
flashed
angrily
,
but
he
controlled
himself
.
"
Don
’
t
get
mean
,
Mac
.
I
don
’
t
take
it
nice
if
the
guys
on
the
other
side
know
more
about
you
’
n
I
do
.
What
the
hell
do
I
know
?
You
come
into
my
camp
and
done
us
a
good
turn
.
I
never
ast
you
no
questions
—
never
did
.
I
wouldn
’
t
ast
you
any
now
,
on
’
y
I
got
to
know
what
to
expect
.
"
Mac
looked
puzzled
.
He
glanced
at
Jim
.
"
O
.
K
.
?
"
"
O
.
K
.
by
me
.
"
