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           "NotthatIknowof.’Coursetheycandoanythingiftheywanttobadenough."

           "Sure,"saidMac."Iknowbutitmighttake’emsometime.’Bye,Doc.Seeyoulater."

           WhenBurtonandSamweregone,MacturnedtoLondon."He’sagoodguy.Lookslikeapansywithhisprettyface,buthe’shard-boiledenough.Andhe’sthoroughascrotonoil.Gotanythingtoeat,London?"

           "Loafofbreadandsomecheese."

           "Well,whatarewewaitin’for?Jimandmeforgottoeatlastnight."

           Jimsaid,"Iwokeupinthenightandremembered."

           Londonbroughtabagfromthecornerandlaidoutaloafofbreadandaslabofcheese.Therewasastirringoutside.Thehumofvoicesthathadbeenstillforseveralhoursbrokeoutagain.Doorsopenedandslammed.Menhackedtheirthroatsclearofmucousandspatandblewtheirnoses.Thecleardayhadcome,andthesunwasredthroughthewindows.

           Mac,talkingaroundamouthfulofcheese,said,"London,whatdoyouthinkofDakinforgeneralchairmanofthestrikecommitteeandboss-in-chief?"

           Londonlookedalittledisappointed."Dakin’sagoodguy,"hesaid."I’veknowedDakinforalongtime."

           MacwentintoLondon’sdisappointmentanddugitout."I’llbestraightwithyou,London.You’dbeahellofagoodchairman,exceptyou’dgetmad.NowDakindon’tlooklikeaguythatwouldevergetmad.Ifthebossofthismessevergetsmad,we’resunk."