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"
Go
on
.
"
London
’
s
voice
was
subdued
.
"
So
then
the
shovel
-
nose
starts
to
try
to
knock
over
the
barricade
.
So
then
those
guys
start
the
tear
gas
an
’
shoot
the
tires
off
the
shovel
-
nose
.
Then
our
guys
start
coughin
’
,
an
’
there
’
s
so
much
gas
you
can
’
t
see
.
So
then
those
guys
got
on
gas
masks
,
an
’
they
come
in
,
an
’
they
got
’
bout
a
thousan
’
hand
-
cuffs
.
"
He
smiled
again
.
"
So
we
come
back
.
We
couldn
’
t
do
nothing
.
We
didn
’
even
have
a
decent
rock
to
throw
.
They
grabbed
all
the
guys
in
the
shovel
-
nose
.
Hell
,
I
never
seen
so
much
gas
.
"
He
looked
up
.
"
There
’
s
the
other
bunch
comin
’
,
"
he
said
hopelessly
.
"
I
guess
they
got
the
road
blocked
at
both
ends
.
"
A
curious
,
long
sigh
escaped
from
the
crowd
.
Some
of
the
men
turned
and
walked
slowly
back
toward
the
tents
,
walked
glidingly
,
with
their
heads
down
,
as
though
they
were
in
deep
thought
.
London
turned
to
Mac
,
and
his
face
was
perplexed
.
Mac
said
,
"
Do
you
suppose
we
could
get
the
cars
across
the
orchard
,
and
out
that
way
?
They
can
’
t
have
all
the
roads
blocked
.
"
London
shook
his
head
.
"
Too
wet
.
A
car
’
d
squat
down
in
the
mud
before
we
could
get
it
ten
feet
.
"
Mac
leaped
on
the
running
-
board
of
one
of
the
cars
.
"
Listen
,
you
guys
,
"
he
cried
.
"
There
’
s
one
way
we
can
get
through
.
Let
’
s
the
whole
bunch
of
us
go
down
there
and
knock
those
barricades
off
the
road
.
They
can
’
t
block
us
in
,
God
damn
it
!
"
He
paused
for
a
response
,
a
quickening
.
But
the
men
looked
away
from
him
,
each
waiting
for
another
to
speak
.
At
last
a
man
said
,
"
We
got
nothing
to
fight
with
,
mister
.
We
can
’
t
fight
guns
an
’
gas
with
our
han
’
s
.
Give
us
guns
,
an
’
we
’
ll
fight
.
"
Mac
’
s
speech
turned
into
fury
.
"
You
let
’
em
shoot
our
guys
,
an
’
burn
the
buildings
of
our
friends
,
an
’
you
won
’
t
fight
.
Now
they
got
you
trapped
,
an
’
still
you
won
’
t
fight
.
Why
even
a
God
damn
rat
’
ll
fight
when
he
’
s
in
a
trap
.
"
The
hopelessness
hung
in
the
air
like
a
gas
itself
.
The
same
man
repeated
,
"
Mister
,
we
can
’
t
fight
guns
and
gas
with
our
han
’
s
.
"
Mac
’
s
voice
broke
with
rage
.
"
Will
any
six
of
you
yellow
bastards
fight
me
with
your
hands
?
Will
you
?
"
His
mouth
worked
helplessly
.
"
Try
to
help
you
—
try
to
get
something
for
you
—
—
"
he
shrieked
.
