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I
hesitated
.
The
man
by
the
door
ceased
to
lean
on
it
and
brought
his
knife
forward
a
little
.
For
him
this
was
evidently
the
interesting
moment
.
I
decided
maybe
it
was
not
the
time
to
try
anything
,
and
held
my
wrists
out
.
Alf
felt
around
and
clicked
on
the
cuffs
.
After
that
he
went
and
fetched
me
my
breakfast
.
Nearly
two
hours
later
the
other
man
turned
up
again
,
his
knife
well
in
evidence
.
He
waved
it
at
the
door
.
With
the
consciousness
of
the
knife
producing
an
uncomfortable
feeling
in
my
back
,
we
went
down
a
number
of
flights
of
stairs
and
across
a
hail
.
In
the
street
a
couple
of
loaded
trucks
were
waiting
.
Coker
,
with
two
companions
,
stood
by
the
tailboard
of
one
.
He
beckoned
me
over
.
Without
saying
anything
,
he
passed
a
chain
between
my
arms
.
At
each
end
of
it
was
a
strap
.
One
was
fastened
already
round
the
left
wrist
of
a
burly
blind
man
beside
him
;
the
other
he
attached
to
the
right
wrist
of
a
similar
tough
vase
,
so
that
I
was
between
them
.
They
weren
’
t
taking
any
avoidable
chances
.
"
I
’
d
not
try
any
funny
business
,
if
I
were
you
,
"
Coker
advised
me
.
"
You
do
right
by
them
,
and
they
’
ll
do
right
by
you
.
"
The
three
of
us
climbed
awkwardly
onto
the
tailboard
,
and
the
two
trucks
drove
off
.
We
stopped
somewhere
near
Swiss
Cottage
and
piled
out
.
There
were
perhaps
twenty
people
in
sight
,
prowling
with
apparent
aimlessness
along
the
gutters
.
At
the
sound
of
the
engines
every
one
of
them
had
turned
toward
us
with
an
incredulous
expression
on
his
face
,
and
as
if
they
were
parts
of
a
single
mechanism
they
began
to
close
hopefully
toward
us
,
calling
out
as
they
came
.
The
drivers
shouted
to
us
to
get
clear
.
They
backed
,
turned
,
and
rumbled
off
by
the
way
we
had
come
.
The
converging
people
stopped
.
One
or
two
of
them
shouted
after
the
trucks
;
most
turned
hopelessly
and
silently
back
to
their
wandering
.
There
was
one
woman
about
fifty
yards
away
;
she
broke
into
hysterics
and
began
to
bang
her
head
against
a
wall
.
I
felt
sick
.
I
turned
toward
my
companions
.
"
Well
,
what
do
you
want
first
?
"
I
asked
them
.
