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"
Search
me
.
Was
he
ever
in
camp
?
"
"
No
,
by
God
!
Maybe
he
’
s
just
a
guy
with
a
grudge
.
We
get
all
kind
of
things
pinned
on
us
.
"
Mac
swung
back
on
Sam
.
"
If
you
get
caught
,
you
got
to
take
it
.
"
"
I
’
ll
take
it
,
"
Sam
said
sullenly
.
"
I
ain
’
t
sharin
’
no
time
.
I
ain
’
t
takin
’
nobody
with
me
,
neither
.
I
changed
my
mind
.
"
"
We
don
’
t
know
you
.
You
just
got
a
grudge
.
"
"
I
hate
the
guy
’
cause
he
robbed
me
,
"
said
Sam
.
Mac
stepped
close
to
him
and
gripped
his
arm
.
"
Burn
the
bastard
into
the
ground
,
"
he
said
viciously
.
"
Burn
every
stick
in
the
house
.
I
’
d
like
to
go
with
you
.
Jesus
,
I
would
!
"
"
Stick
here
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
This
ain
’
t
your
fight
.
This
guy
robbed
me
—
an
’
I
’
m
a
fireburg
.
I
always
like
to
play
with
matches
.
"
London
said
,
"
So
long
,
Sam
.
Drop
in
some
time
.
"
Sam
slipped
quietly
out
of
the
tent
and
disappeared
.
London
and
Mac
looked
for
a
moment
at
the
gently
swaying
tent
-
flap
.
London
said
,
"
I
got
a
feelin
’
he
ain
’
t
comin
’
back
.
Funny
how
you
can
get
to
like
a
mean
man
like
that
.
Always
got
his
chin
stuck
out
,
lookin
’
for
trouble
.
"
