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"
H
’
m
,
"
I
said
ruefully
.
"
Sounds
efficient
,
that
Coker
.
How
many
of
us
mugs
fell
into
that
little
trap
?
"
"
I
’
d
say
we
got
a
couple
of
dozen
—
though
it
turned
out
as
five
or
six
of
‘
em
was
blinded
.
When
we
’
d
loaded
up
about
all
we
’
d
room
for
in
the
truck
,
we
beat
it
an
’
left
the
rest
to
sort
theirselves
out
.
"
Whatever
view
Coker
took
of
us
,
it
was
clear
that
Alf
bore
us
no
animosity
.
He
appeared
to
regard
the
whole
affair
as
a
bit
of
sport
.
I
found
it
a
little
too
painful
to
class
it
so
,
but
I
mentally
raised
my
hat
to
All
.
I
’
d
a
pretty
good
idea
that
in
his
position
I
’
d
be
lacking
the
spirit
to
think
of
anything
as
a
bit
of
sport
.
I
finished
the
tea
and
accepted
another
cigarette
from
him
.
"
And
what
’
s
the
program
now
?
"
I
asked
him
.
"
Coker
’
s
idea
is
to
make
us
all
up
into
parties
,
an
’
put
one
of
you
with
each
party
.
You
to
look
after
the
scrounging
,
and
kind
of
act
as
the
eyes
of
the
rest
,
like
.
Your
job
’
ll
be
to
help
us
keep
goin
’
until
somebody
comes
along
to
straighten
this
perishin
’
lot
out
.
"
"
I
see
,
"
I
said
.
He
cocked
his
head
toward
me
.
There
weren
’
t
any
flies
on
Aif
.
He
had
caught
more
in
my
tone
than
I
had
realized
was
there
.
"
You
reckon
that
’
s
goin
’
to
be
a
long
time
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
What
’
s
Coker
say
?
"
Coker
,
it
seemed
,
had
not
been
committing
himself
to
details
.
Alf
had
his
own
opinion
,
though
.
