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"
Well
,
go
see
London
.
"
Lean
-
face
shucked
off
responsibility
.
"
It
ain
’
t
none
of
our
business
to
answer
questions
about
him
.
"
Mac
ignored
the
suspicion
.
"
Guess
I
will
.
"
He
stood
up
.
"
Come
on
,
Jim
.
Is
London
in
that
tent
with
the
light
?
"
"
Yeah
,
that
’
s
him
.
"
A
circle
of
lighted
faces
watched
Jim
and
Mac
walk
away
,
and
then
the
heads
swung
back
to
the
fire
again
.
The
two
men
picked
their
way
across
the
clearing
,
avoiding
the
bundles
of
cloth
that
were
sleeping
men
.
Mac
whispered
,
"
What
a
break
!
If
I
can
pull
it
off
,
we
’
re
started
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
Mac
,
I
didn
’
t
know
you
had
medical
training
.
"
"
A
whole
slough
of
people
don
’
t
know
it
,
"
said
Mac
.
They
approached
the
tent
,
where
dark
figures
moved
about
on
the
canvas
.
Mac
stepped
close
and
called
,
"
London
.
"
Almost
instantly
the
tent
-
flap
bellied
and
a
large
man
stepped
out
.
His
shoulders
were
immense
.
Stiff
dark
hair
grew
in
a
tonsure
,
leaving
the
top
of
the
head
perfectly
bald
.
His
face
was
corded
with
muscular
wrinkles
and
his
dark
eyes
were
as
fierce
and
red
as
those
of
a
gorilla
.
A
power
of
authority
was
about
the
man
.
It
could
be
felt
that
he
led
men
as
naturally
as
he
breathed
.
With
one
big
hand
he
held
the
tent
-
flap
closed
behind
him
.
"
What
you
want
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
We
just
got
in
,
"
Mac
explained
.
"
Some
guys
over
by
the
fire
says
there
was
a
girl
havin
’
a
baby
.
"
"
Well
,
what
of
it
?
"
"
I
thought
I
might
help
out
as
long
as
you
got
no
doctor
.
"
