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Mac
nodded
and
stared
at
his
sticky
hand
.
London
looked
at
Mac
,
and
shivered
at
his
frozen
face
.
Mac
stood
up
,
stiffly
.
He
leaned
over
and
picked
Jim
up
and
slung
him
over
his
shoulder
,
like
a
sack
;
and
the
dripping
head
hung
down
behind
.
He
set
off
,
stiff
-
legged
,
toward
the
camp
.
London
walked
beside
him
,
carrying
the
lantern
.
The
clearing
was
full
of
curious
men
.
They
clustered
around
,
until
they
saw
the
burden
.
And
then
they
recoiled
.
Mac
marched
through
them
as
though
he
did
not
see
them
.
Across
the
clearing
,
past
the
stoves
he
marched
,
and
the
crowd
followed
silently
behind
him
.
He
came
to
the
platform
.
He
deposited
the
figure
under
the
hand
-
rail
and
leaped
to
the
stand
.
He
dragged
Jim
across
the
boards
and
leaned
him
against
the
corner
post
,
and
steadied
him
when
he
slipped
sideways
.
London
handed
the
lantern
up
,
and
Mac
set
it
carefully
on
the
floor
,
beside
the
body
,
so
that
its
light
fell
on
the
head
.
He
stood
up
and
faced
the
crowd
.
His
hands
gripped
the
rail
.
His
eyes
were
wide
and
white
.
In
front
he
could
see
the
massed
men
,
eyes
shining
in
the
lamplight
.
Behind
the
front
row
,
the
men
were
lumped
and
dark
.
Mac
shivered
.
He
moved
his
jaws
to
speak
,
and
seemed
to
break
the
frozen
jaws
loose
.
His
voice
was
high
and
monotonous
.
"
This
guy
didn
’
t
want
nothing
for
himself
—
"
he
began
.
His
knuckles
were
white
,
where
he
grasped
the
rail
.
"
Comrades
!
He
didn
’
t
want
nothing
for
himself
—
"