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A
blond
boy
looked
up
in
astonishment
.
«
She
’
s
my
partner
.
»
«
Listen
,
you
little
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
—
"
Off
in
the
darkness
a
shrill
whistle
sounded
.
The
three
were
walled
in
now
.
And
each
one
felt
the
grip
of
hands
.
And
then
the
wall
of
men
moved
slowly
off
the
platform
.
Willie
yelped
,
«
Le
’
s
go
!
»
The
music
shrilled
out
,
the
caller
intoned
the
figures
,
the
feet
thudded
on
the
platform
.
A
touring
car
drove
to
the
entrance
.
The
driver
called
,
«
Open
up
.
We
hear
you
got
a
riot
.
»
The
guard
kept
his
position
.
«
We
got
no
riot
.
Listen
to
that
music
.
Who
are
you
?
»
«
Deputy
sheriffs
.
»
«
Got
a
warrant
?
»
«
We
don
’
t
need
a
warrant
if
there
’
s
a
riot
.
»
«
Well
,
we
got
no
riots
here
,
"
said
the
gate
guard
.
