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London
’
s
face
paled
,
and
his
shoulders
dropped
.
With
a
roar
he
charged
the
unresisting
crowd
,
flung
men
aside
,
burrowed
through
the
mass
of
men
.
He
came
to
the
stand
and
grasped
the
hand
-
rail
.
As
he
pulled
himself
up
,
Burke
kicked
at
his
head
,
missed
,
struck
the
shoulder
and
tore
one
hand
loose
from
the
rail
.
London
roared
again
.
He
was
under
the
rail
and
on
his
feet
.
Burke
struck
at
his
face
,
and
missed
.
And
then
,
with
the
terrible
smooth
speed
of
a
heavy
man
,
London
lanced
with
his
left
hand
and
,
as
Burke
ducked
,
the
great
right
fist
caught
him
on
the
side
of
the
jaw
,
lifted
him
clear
,
and
dropped
him
.
His
head
hung
over
the
edge
of
the
platform
,
broken
jaw
torn
sideways
,
shattered
teeth
hanging
loosely
between
his
lips
.
A
thin
stream
of
blood
flowed
from
his
mouth
,
beside
his
nose
and
eye
,
and
disappeared
into
his
hair
.
London
stood
,
panting
,
over
him
,
looking
down
.
He
raised
his
head
slowly
.
"
Does
any
more
sons
-
of
-
bitches
think
I
double
-
crossed
’
em
?
"
The
men
nearest
Burke
’
s
hanging
head
stared
,
fascinated
.
From
the
other
sides
of
the
stared
the
people
began
to
mill
,
to
press
in
,
standing
on
tip
-
toes
for
a
look
.
Their
eyes
were
bright
and
angry
.
A
man
said
,
"
Bust
his
jaw
clean
off
.
That
’
s
blood
out
o
’
his
brain
.
"
Another
shouted
hysterically
,
"
Killed
’
um
.
Busted
his
head
off
.
"
Women
swam
through
the
crowd
and
looked
woodenly
at
the
hanging
head
.
A
heavy
,
sobbing
gasp
went
up
from
the
mob
.
The
eyes
flared
.
All
the
shoulders
were
dropped
,
and
the
arms
bowed
dangerously
.
London
still
stood
panting
,
but
his
face
was
perplexed
.
He
looked
down
at
his
fist
,
at
the
split
and
bleeding
knuckles
.
Then
he
looked
out
over
the
crowd
for
help
,
and
he
saw
Jim
standing
on
the
outskirts
.
Jim
shook
his
clasped
hands
together
over
his
head
.
And
then
he
pointed
to
the
road
,
where
the
cars
stood
,
and
down
the
road
,
and
to
the
cars
again
,
and
down
the
road
again
.
London
looked
back
at
the
snarling
mob
.
The
perplexity
left
his
face
and
he
scowled
.
"
All
right
,
you
guys
,
"
he
yelled
.
"
Why
ain
’
t
I
done
nothing
?
Because
you
ain
’
t
helped
me
.
But
by
Christ
,
now
you
’
re
ready
!
Nothin
’
can
stop
you
now
.
"
A
long
,
throaty
animal
howl
went
up
.
London
held
up
his
hands
.
"
Who
’
ll
follow
now
,
and
knock
hell
out
o
’
that
barricade
?
"
The
crowd
was
changing
rapidly
.
The
eyes
of
the
men
and
women
were
entranced
.
The
bodies
weaved
slowly
,
in
unison
.
No
more
lone
cries
came
from
lone
men
.
They
moved
together
,
looked
alike
.
The
roar
was
one
voice
,
coming
from
many
throats
.
"
Some
of
you
bring
cars
,
"
London
shouted
.
"
Come
on
,
the
rest
of
you
.
Come
on
,
we
’
ll
see
.
Come
,
come
on
.
"
He
vaulted
down
from
the
stand
and
fought
his
way
through
to
the
head
of
the
mob
.
Quickly
the
cars
were
started
.
The
crowd
poured
into
the
road
,
and
it
was
no
longer
loose
and
listless
.
It
had
become
a
quick
,
silent
and
deadly
efficient
machine
.
It
swung
down
the
road
at
a
dog
-
trot
,
controlled
and
directed
.
And
behind
it
the
cars
moved
slowly
along
.
Jim
had
watched
the
start
.
He
commanded
himself
aloud
,
"
Don
’
t
get
caught
.
Don
’
t
get
caught
.
Don
’
t
let
it
catch
you
.
Use
your
head
.
"
Most
of
the
women
were
running
with
the
departing
men
,
but
a
few
who
remained
behind
looked
strangely
at
Jim
,
for
his
eyes
,
too
,
were
entranced
as
he
stared
down
the
road
after
the
terrible
mechanism
.
When
it
had
disappeared
he
sighed
shudderingly
and
turned
away
.
His
hand
went
up
to
the
hurt
shoulder
and
pressed
it
,
to
make
a
steadying
pain
.
He
walked
slowly
to
London
’
s
tent
,
went
in
silently
,
and
sat
down
on
a
box
.
Mac
looked
at
him
under
lowered
eyelids
.
Only
a
shiny
slit
showed
that
he
was
awake
.
"
How
long
’
ve
I
been
sleeping
,
Jim
?
"
