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"
Ain
’
t
you
Jake
Pedroni
?
Sure
you
are
.
Look
,
Jake
,
I
heard
Doc
say
if
the
old
guy
didn
’
t
get
soap
and
water
up
him
to
keep
him
cleared
out
,
he
’
d
get
like
that
.
I
got
to
stay
here
.
You
go
over
and
get
it
done
,
will
you
,
Jake
?
"
"
Sure
,
boss
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
Get
along
.
It
ain
’
t
doin
’
his
hip
no
good
to
fight
.
How
’
s
the
guy
with
the
busted
ankle
?
"
"
Oh
,
him
.
Somebody
give
’
im
a
slug
of
whiskey
.
He
’
s
O
.
K
.
"
"
Call
me
if
anything
happens
,
Jake
.
"
"
All
right
,
I
will
.
"
London
went
back
to
the
mattress
and
lay
down
beside
Jim
.
Far
away
,
the
engine
pounded
,
faster
and
faster
in
the
night
.
The
old
tough
rooster
crowed
first
,
and
the
young
one
answered
.
London
felt
heavy
sleep
creeping
into
his
brain
,
but
he
rose
up
on
his
elbow
and
looked
at
Jim
once
more
before
he
let
the
sleep
wash
over
him
.
The
dark
was
just
beginning
to
thin
when
Mac
looked
into
the
tent
.
On
the
central
post
the
lantern
still
burned
.
London
and
Jim
were
sleeping
,
side
by
side
.
Mac
stepped
in
,
and
as
he
did
London
jerked
upright
and
peered
about
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
"
Me
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
Just
got
in
.
How
’
s
the
kid
?
"
"
I
been
asleep
,
"
said
London
.
He
yawned
and
scratched
the
round
bald
spot
on
his
head
.
