Chapter 7

           ThedaywascomingingreyandcoldwhenJimstartedawakeatvoicesoutsidethedoor.Heheardamansay,"They’reinhere,probablyasleepyet."Thedooropened.Macsatup.

           Afamiliarvoicesaid,"Youhere,Mac?"

           "Dick!Howthehell’dyougetherethisearly?"

           "CamedownwithDocBurton."

           "Docheretoo?"

           "Sure,he’srightoutsidethedoor."

           Macscratchedamatchandlightedacandleinabrokensaucer.DickturnedtoJim."Hello,kid.Howyoumakin’it?"

           "Fine.Whatyoualldressedupfor,Dick?Pantspressed,cleanshirt."

           Dicksmiledself-consciously."Somebodyinthisdump’sgottolookrespectable."

           Macsaid,"Dick’llbeinfestingeverypinkparlorinTorgas.Listen,Dick,Igotalistofsympathizersrighthere.Wewantmoneyofcourse;butwewanttents,piecesofcanvas,beds.Rememberthat—tents.Here’syourlist.There’slotsofnamesonit.Makethecontacts,andwe’llsendcarsforthestuff.Lotoftheboys’vegotcars."

           "O.K.,Mac.How’sshegoing?"

           "Goinglikeabatoutofhell.Wegottoworkquicktokeepup."Hetiedhisshoe."Where’sDoc?Whydon’tyoucallhimin?Comeonin,Doc."