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"
I
got
a
light
truck
,
"
said
Dakin
.
"
I
get
some
truckin
’
to
do
now
and
then
,
and
besides
I
can
move
my
stuff
.
The
missus
is
quick
with
her
hands
;
in
good
times
she
can
make
money
doin
’
piece
work
.
"
Mrs
.
Dakin
smiled
at
the
praise
.
Suddenly
London
dropped
his
social
manner
.
"
We
want
to
go
somewheres
and
talk
,
"
he
said
.
"
Well
,
why
not
here
?
"
"
We
want
to
talk
some
kind
of
private
stuff
.
"
Dakin
turned
slowly
to
his
wife
.
His
voice
was
monotonous
.
"
You
and
the
kids
better
pay
a
call
to
Mrs
.
Schmidt
,
Alla
.
"
Her
face
showed
her
disappointment
.
Her
lips
pouted
and
closed
over
the
gold
.
For
a
moment
she
looked
questioningly
at
her
husband
,
and
he
stared
back
with
his
cold
eyes
.
His
long
white
hands
twitched
at
his
sides
.
Suddenly
Mrs
.
Dakin
smiled
widely
.
"
You
boys
stay
right
here
an
’
do
your
talkin
’
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
ought
to
been
to
see
Mrs
.
Schmidt
before
.
Henry
,
take
your
brother
’
s
hand
.
"
She
put
on
a
short
jacket
of
rabbit
’
s
fur
and
pushed
at
her
golden
hair
.
"
You
boys
have
a
good
time
.
"
They
heard
her
walk
away
and
knock
at
a
door
down
the
line
.
Dakin
pulled
up
his
trousers
and
sat
down
on
the
big
bed
and
waved
the
others
to
the
folding
canvas
chairs
.
His
eyes
were
veiled
and
directionless
,
like
the
eyes
of
a
boxer
.
"
What
’
s
on
your
mind
,
London
?
"
London
scratched
his
cheek
.
"
How
you
feel
about
that
pay
cut
just
when
we
was
here
already
?
"
Dakin
’
s
tight
mouth
twitched
.
"
How
do
you
think
I
feel
?
I
ain
’
t
givin
’
out
no
cheers
.
"
London
moved
forward
on
his
chair
.
"
Got
any
idears
what
to
do
?
"
