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Chapter 7
Ayoungmanwithgoldenhairsteppedintotheroom.Hisfacewasalmostgirlishinitsdelicacy,andhislargeeyeshadasoft,sadlooklikethoseofabloodhound.Hecarriedhismedicalbagandabrief-caseinonehand."Howareyou,Mac?Dickgotyourwireandpickedmeup."
"I’msuregladyougotherequick,Doc.Weneedyourightaway.ThisisJimNolan."
Jimstoodup,stampinghisheelsintohisshoes."Gladtoknowyou,Doc."
Macsaid,"Betterstart,Dick.YoucanbumbreakfastatAl’sLunchWagon,onTownsend.Don’thit’imupforanythingelsebutbreakfast.Wealreadygotaranchoffhisoldman.Shovealong,Dick,andremember:tents,canvas,money—andanythingelseyoucanget."
"O.K.,Mac.Allthenamesonthislistgood?"
"Idon’tknow.Try’em.Youwantmetodrive’emuptoyou?"
"Gotohell,"saidDick.Hewentoutthedoorandcloseditbehindhim.Thecandleandthedawnfoughteachothersothattogethertheyseemedtomakelesslightthaneitherwouldhavemadealone.Theroomwascold.
Dr.Burtonsaid,"Therewasn’tmuchinformationinyourwire.What’sthejob?"
"Waitaminute,Doc.Lookoutthewindowandseeifyoucanseeanycoffeecookingoutside."
"Well,there’salittlefireoutsideandapotonit,orratheracan."
Macsaid,"Well,waitaminute."Hewentoutside,andinamomentreturnedcarryingatincanofsteaming,unpleasantsmellingcoffee.""Jesus,thatlookshot,"saidJim.