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Mac
looked
startled
.
"
Something
happened
.
What
s
wrong
?
"
"
It
s
the
men
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
They
re
quiet
now
.
They
ve
all
stopped
talking
.
"
The
three
men
sat
listening
tensely
.
They
heard
footsteps
coming
closer
.
In
the
doorway
the
two
short
Italian
men
stood
.
Their
teeth
showed
in
self
-
conscious
grins
.
"
C
n
we
come
in
?
"
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"
Sure
.
Come
on
in
,
boys
.
"
They
stood
in
the
tent
like
pupils
preparing
to
recite
.
Each
looked
to
the
other
to
begin
.
One
said
,
"
The
men
out
there
they
want
to
call
a
meeting
.
"
"
Yeah
?
What
for
?
"
The
other
answered
quickly
,
"
Those
men
say
they
vote
the
strike
,
they
can
vote
again
.
They
say
What
s
the
use
all
the
men
get
killed
?
They
say
they
can
t
strike
no
more
.
"
They
were
silent
,
waiting
for
London
s
answer
.
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London
s
eyes
asked
advice
from
Mac
.
"
Of
course
you
ll
call
a
meeting
,
"
Mac
said
.
"
The
men
are
the
bosses
.
What
they
say
goes
.
"
He
looked
up
at
the
waiting
emissaries
.
"
Go
out
and
tell
the
guys
London
calls
a
meeting
in
about
half
an
hour
,
to
vote
whether
we
fight
or
run
.
"
They
looked
at
London
for
corroboration
.
He
nodded
his
head
slowly
.
"
That
s
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
In
a
half
hour
.
We
do
what
the
guys
vote
to
do
.
"
The
little
men
made
foreign
bows
,
and
wheeled
and
left
the
tent
.
Mac
laughed
loudly
.
"
Why
that
s
fine
,
"
he
said
.
"
Why
that
makes
it
better
.
I
thought
they
might
sneak
out
.
But
if
they
want
to
vote
,
that
means
they
re
still
working
together
.
Oh
,
that
s
fine
.
They
can
break
up
,
if
they
do
it
by
their
own
consent
.
"