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Mac
grinned
.
"
I
could
tell
you
the
other
stuff
straight
.
I
don
’
t
know
whether
you
’
d
believe
the
answer
to
that
one
or
not
.
Me
an
’
Jim
here
get
a
sock
in
the
puss
now
and
then
.
We
get
sixty
days
for
vagrancy
pretty
often
.
"
"
You
’
re
one
of
those
reds
?
"
"
You
win
;
we
’
re
reds
,
as
you
call
them
.
"
"
And
what
do
you
figure
to
do
with
your
strike
?
"
"
Don
’
t
get
us
wrong
,
Mr
.
Anderson
.
We
didn
’
t
start
it
.
Gillray
,
Martin
and
Hunter
started
it
.
They
told
you
what
to
pay
the
men
,
didn
’
t
they
?
"
"
Well
,
the
Growers
’
Association
did
.
Torgas
Finance
Company
runs
that
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
We
didn
’
t
start
it
.
But
once
it
’
s
started
,
we
want
to
help
it
win
.
We
want
to
keep
the
men
from
running
to
hell
,
teach
’
em
to
work
together
.
You
come
in
with
us
,
and
you
’
ll
never
have
labor
trouble
as
long
as
you
live
.
"
Anderson
complained
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
whether
I
can
trust
a
red
.
"
"
You
never
tried
;
but
you
’
ve
tried
trusting
Torgas
Finance
.
"
Anderson
smiled
coldly
.
His
hands
came
up
on
the
table
,
and
played
together
like
puppies
.
"
It
’
ll
probably
break
me
,
and
put
me
on
the
road
.
Christ
knows
I
’
m
headed
for
it
anyway
.
Might
as
well
have
some
fun
.
I
’
d
give
a
hell
of
a
lot
to
stick
Chris
Hunter
.
"
The
coffee
boiled
over
and
fizzed
fiercely
on
the
stove
,
and
the
smell
of
burning
coffee
filled
the
air
.
The
electric
light
glistened
on
Anderson
’
s
white
eyebrows
,
and
on
his
stiff
hair
.
He
lifted
the
coffee
-
pot
and
wiped
the
stove
carefully
with
a
newspaper
.
"
I
’
ll
pour
you
out
some
coffee
,
Mr
.
Red
.
"
But
Mac
sprang
to
his
feet
.
"
Thanks
,
but
we
’
ve
got
to
get
along
.
We
’
ll
see
you
get
a
square
deal
out
of
this
.
Right
now
we
got
a
million
things
to
do
.
Be
seeing
you
tomorrow
.
"
They
left
the
old
man
standing
holding
the
coffee
-
pot
in
his
hand
.
Mac
forced
a
trot
across
the
yard
.
He
muttered
,
"
Jesus
,
that
was
ticklish
.
I
was
scared
I
’
d
slip
any
minute
.
What
a
tough
old
baby
he
is
.
I
knew
a
hunting
man
’
d
be
tough
.
"
