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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,moneyandanythingelseyoucanget."

           "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.

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