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shook
his
head
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
if
I
ought
to
smack
you
down
or
let
you
go
ahead
.
The
whole
thing
’
s
so
damn
much
trouble
.
"
"
Well
,
put
out
guards
while
you
think
it
over
.
I
’
m
afraid
we
’
re
going
to
have
plenty
of
trouble
before
morning
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
kid
.
I
’
ll
give
it
a
try
.
"
After
he
had
gone
out
,
Mac
still
stood
beside
the
box
where
Jim
sat
.
"
How
’
s
your
arm
feel
,
Jim
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
can
’
t
feel
it
at
all
.
Must
be
about
well
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
happened
to
you
,
"
Mac
went
on
.
"
I
could
feel
it
happen
.
"
Jim
said
,
"
It
’
s
something
that
grows
out
of
a
fight
like
this
.
Suddenly
you
feel
the
great
forces
at
work
that
create
little
troubles
like
this
strike
of
ours
.
And
the
sight
of
those
forces
does
something
to
you
,
picks
you
up
and
makes
you
act
.
I
guess
that
’
s
where
authority
comes
from
.
"
He
raised
his
eyes
.
Mac
cried
,
"
What
makes
your
eyes
jump
like
that
?
"
"
A
little
dizzy
,
"
Jim
said
,
and
he
fainted
and
fell
off
the
box
.
Mac
dragged
him
to
the
mattress
and
brought
a
box
for
his
feet
.
In
the
camp
there
was
a
low
murmur
of
voices
,
constant
and
varying
and
changing
tone
like
the
voice
of
a
little
stream
.
Men
passed
back
and
forth
in
front
of
the
tent
.
The
sirens
raised
their
voices
again
,
but
this
time
there
was
no
excitement
in
them
,
for
the
trucks
were
going
home
.
Mac
unbuttoned
Jim
’
s
shirt
.
He
brought
a
bucket
of
water
that
stood
in
a
corner
of
the
tent
,
and
splashed
water
on
Jim
’
s
head
and
throat
.
