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"
Say
!
You
’
re
all
in
.
Here
,
give
me
your
arm
.
I
’
ll
help
you
back
.
Did
you
see
Doc
at
the
fire
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Well
,
he
said
he
was
going
over
to
see
Al
.
I
didn
’
t
see
him
come
back
.
Come
on
,
climb
to
your
feet
.
I
’
ve
got
to
get
you
bedded
down
.
"
Already
the
light
was
dying
.
At
the
end
of
the
row
lay
a
pile
of
fire
,
but
the
flames
no
longer
leaped
up
in
long
streamers
.
"
Hold
on
to
me
,
now
.
Anderson
was
nearly
crazy
,
wasn
’
t
he
?
Thank
God
they
didn
’
t
get
his
house
.
"
London
,
with
Sam
behind
him
,
caught
up
.
"
How
’
s
the
camp
?
"
"
O
.
K
.
They
didn
’
t
get
it
.
"
"
Well
what
’
s
the
matter
with
the
kid
?
"
"
Just
weak
from
his
wound
.
Give
’
im
a
lift
on
that
side
.
"
Together
they
half
-
carried
Jim
down
the
row
and
across
the
open
space
to
London
’
s
tent
.
They
set
him
down
on
the
mattress
.
Mac
asked
,
"
Did
you
see
the
Doc
over
there
?
A
guy
’
s
bust
his
ankle
.
"
"
No
.
I
never
seen
him
.
"
"
Well
,
I
wonder
where
he
is
?
"
Sam
entered
the
tent
silently
.
His
lean
face
was
ridged
with
tight
muscles
.
He
walked
stiffly
over
and
stood
in
front
of
Mac
,
"
That
afternoon
,
when
that
guy
says
what
he
’
d
do
—
—
"
