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Jim
began
,
"
We
’
re
—
—
"
and
then
he
remembered
.
"
Damn
’
if
I
know
.
I
guess
London
’
ll
tell
us
when
he
gets
ready
.
"
"
London
ain
’
t
done
nothing
yet
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
Hey
,
don
’
t
sit
so
near
the
middle
.
You
’
re
liable
to
break
that
two
-
by
-
four
.
Get
over
near
the
edge
.
London
ain
’
t
done
nothing
.
Just
walks
around
lookin
’
big
.
Know
what
a
guy
told
me
?
London
’
s
got
cases
an
’
cases
of
can
’
goods
in
his
tent
—
ever
’
thing
.
Corn
-
beef
,
an
’
sardines
,
an
’
can
’
peaches
.
He
won
’
t
eat
what
us
poor
stiffs
got
to
eat
,
not
him
.
He
’
s
too
God
damn
good
.
"
"
And
that
’
s
a
God
damn
lie
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
Got
smart
again
,
have
you
?
There
’
s
plenty
guys
seen
them
can
’
goods
.
How
do
you
know
it
’
s
a
lie
?
"
"
Because
I
’
ve
been
in
that
tent
.
He
let
me
sleep
in
there
last
night
because
I
was
hurt
.
There
’
s
an
old
mattress
and
two
empty
boxes
in
that
tent
,
and
not
another
damn
thing
.
"
"
Well
,
a
whole
slough
o
’
guys
says
there
’
s
can
’
peaches
an
’
sardines
in
there
.
Some
of
the
boys
was
goin
’
to
bust
in
an
’
get
some
last
night
.
"
Jim
laughed
hopelessly
.
"
Oh
,
Jesus
,
what
a
bunch
of
swine
!
You
get
a
good
man
,
and
you
start
picking
him
to
pieces
.
"
"
There
you
go
,
miscalling
guys
again
.
Wait
’
ll
you
get
well
an
’
somebody
’
s
goin
’
slap
that
smart
puss
right
off
you
.
"
Jim
got
up
from
the
plank
and
buttoned
his
jeans
and
went
outside
.
The
short
stove
-
pipes
of
the
cook
stoves
puffed
grey
smoke
into
the
air
,
still
,
straight
columns
that
went
up
fifty
feet
before
they
mushroomed
at
the
top
and
spread
out
evenly
.
The
eastern
sky
was
yellow
now
,
and
the
sky
overhead
had
turned
eggshell
blue
.
From
the
tents
men
came
rapidly
.
The
awakening
silence
of
the
camp
was
replaced
with
the
rustling
footsteps
,
the
voices
,
the
movement
of
people
.
A
dark
-
haired
woman
stood
in
front
of
a
tent
,
her
head
thrown
back
;
and
her
throat
was
white
.
She
combed
her
hair
with
long
,
beautiful
sweeps
of
her
arm
.
When
Jim
walked
by
she
smiled
wisely
and
said
,
"
Good
morning
,
"
and
the
combing
didn
’
t
pause
.
Jim
stopped
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
Only
good
morning
.
"
"
You
make
me
feel
good
,
"
he
said
.
For
a
moment
he
looked
at
the
long
white
throat
and
the
sharply
defined
jaws
.
