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"
Listen
,
London
,
"
Mac
began
.
"
A
guy
can
get
to
like
you
awful
well
.
Sam
’
ll
kick
the
ass
off
any
guy
that
looks
crooked
at
you
.
"
"
I
got
good
friends
,
"
said
London
.
"
Well
,
that
’
s
why
.
I
feel
the
same
way
.
S
’
pose
I
was
a
red
,
what
then
?
"
London
said
,
"
You
’
re
a
friend
of
mine
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
then
,
I
’
m
a
red
.
There
ain
’
t
a
hell
of
a
secret
about
it
.
They
say
I
started
this
strike
.
Now
get
me
straight
.
I
would
of
started
it
if
I
could
,
but
I
didn
’
t
have
to
.
It
started
itself
.
"
London
eyed
him
cautiously
,
as
though
his
mind
slowly
circled
Mac
’
s
mind
.
"
What
do
you
get
out
of
it
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Money
,
you
mean
?
Not
a
damn
thing
.
"
"
Then
what
do
you
do
it
for
?
"
"
Well
,
it
’
s
hard
to
say
—
you
know
how
you
feel
about
Sam
an
’
all
the
guys
that
travel
with
you
?
Well
,
I
feel
that
way
about
all
the
workin
’
stiffs
in
the
country
.
"
"
Guys
you
don
’
t
even
know
?
"
