И проиграли бой
Chapter 7
Theattemptwassuccessful.Londonagreed,"Igetsoreashell.Igetsodamnmaditmakesmesick.You’restraightaboutDakin,too;he’sagamblin’kindofaman.Neveropensuphiseyeswide;neverletshisvoicegetloose.Theworsethingsgets,thequieterDakingets."
Macsaid,"Thenwhenthemeetin’comesoff,youthrowyourweighttoDakin,willyou?"
"Sure."
"Idon’tknowaboutthisguyBurke,butIthinkwithourguysandDakin’sguyswecouldsoft-pedalhimifhegetsrank.Webetterstarttheguysmovin’prettysoon;it’squiteawaysoverthere."
Londonasked,"Whenyouthinkthescabs’llstartcomin’?"
"Notbeforetomorrow.Idon’tthinkthebossesaroundherethinkwemeanityet.Theycan’tgetinanyscabsbeforetomorrow."
"Whatwegoin’todowhentheyland?"
"Well,"saidMac."We’llmeetthetrainan’give’emthekeysofthecity.Ioughttohaveawirebeforetheystartfromtown.Someoftheboys’llkindofbecheckin’upontheemploymentagencies."Heliftedhisheadandlookedtowardthedoor.Thehumofvoicesoutsidehadbeencasualandmonotonous,andnowitstoppedaltogether.Suddenly,throughthesilence,therecameacatcall,andthenothervoicesbrokeintoshouts.Therewasanargumentoutside.
Londonsteppedovertothedoorandopenedit.Thethreesentinelsstoodsidebysidebeforethedoor,andinfrontofthemstoodtheorchardsuperintendentinmoleskintrousersandfieldboots.
