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Chapter 7
"Oh—betweenathousandandfifteenhundred."
"Bettergivemefifteenortwentymen,then."
Londoncalled,"Hi,outthere."Oneofthesentinelsopenedthedoorandlookedin."TryfindSam,willyou?"
"Sure."
Londonsaid,"Wecalledameetin’forteno’clockthismornin’.Greatbigmeetin’,Imean.IsentwordtotheothercampsaboutthisAndersonplace.They’llstartmovin’inprettysoon."
ThedooropenedandSamentered,hisleanfacesharpwithcuriosity.
"Sam,thishere’sDocBurton.Hewantsyouforhisright-hand.GooutsideandtelltheguysyouwantvolunteerstohelptheDoc.Gettwentygoodmen."
"O.K.,London.Whenyouwant’em?"
Burtonsaid,"Rightnow.We’llgorightoverandlayoutthecamp.Icanpileeightornineinmyoldcar.Getsomebodywithacartotaketherest."
SamglancedfromLondontoBurton,andbacktoLondontoverifytheauthority.Londonnoddedhisbighead."That’sstraight,Sam.AnythingDocsays."
Burtonstooduptogowithhim."I’dliketohelppickthemen."
"Wait,"Macsaid."You’reallclearintown,aren’tyou,Doc?"
"Whatdoyoumean‘clear’?""Imean,isthereanythingtheycouldhangamalpracticechargeonyoufor?"