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The
men
about
the
fire
grew
tense
.
"
You
mean
—
strike
?
"
Lean
-
face
asked
.
Mac
laughed
.
"
I
don
’
t
mean
nothin
’
.
"
A
short
man
who
rested
his
chin
between
his
knees
said
,
"
When
London
found
out
what
they
was
payin
’
he
damn
near
had
a
stroke
.
"
He
turned
to
the
man
next
to
him
.
"
You
seen
him
,
Joe
.
Didn
’
t
he
damn
near
have
a
stroke
?
"
"
Turned
green
,
"
said
Joe
.
"
Just
stood
there
and
turned
green
.
Picked
up
a
stick
and
bust
it
to
splinters
in
his
hands
.
"
The
bag
of
tobacco
came
back
to
its
starting
place
,
but
there
was
not
much
left
in
it
.
Mac
felt
it
with
his
fingers
and
then
put
it
in
his
pocket
.
"
Who
’
s
London
?
"
he
asked
.
Lean
-
face
answered
him
.
"
London
’
s
a
good
guy
—
a
big
guy
.
We
travel
with
him
.
He
’
s
a
big
guy
.
"
"
The
boss
,
huh
?
"
"
Well
,
no
,
he
ain
’
t
a
boss
,
but
he
’
s
a
good
guy
.
We
kind
of
travel
with
him
.
You
ought
to
hear
him
talk
to
a
cop
.
He
—
—
The
cry
came
from
the
tent
again
,
more
prolonged
this
time
.
The
men
turned
their
heads
toward
it
,
and
then
looked
apathetically
back
at
the
fire
.
"
Somebody
sick
?
"
Mac
asked
.
