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           "Iwishyou’dgotobed.I’mgoingtotrytohaveatalkwiththosecopsintheroad."

           "Whatfor?"

           "Listen,Jim,youdidn’tgetbotheredbywhatDocsaid,didyou?"

           "No.Ididn’tlisten."

           "Well,it’sabunchofbunk;buthere’ssomethingthatisn’tbunk.Youwinastriketwoways,becausethemenputupasteadyfight,andbecausepublicsentimentcomesovertoyourside.Nowmostofthisvalleybelongstoafewguys.Thatmeanstherestofthepeopledon’townmuchofanything.Thefewownerseitherhavetopay’emorlieto’em.Thosecopsoutintheroadarespecialdeputies,justworkingstiffswithastarandagunandatwo-weeks’job.IthoughtI’dtryandsound’emout;tryandfindouthowtheyfeelaboutthestrike.Iguesshowtheyfeelishowthebossestold’emtofeel.ButImightgetalineon’em,anyway."

           "Well,howaboutitiftheyarrestyou?Rememberwhatthatmansaidintheroadlastnight."

           "They’rejustdeputies,Jim.Theywon’trecognizemethewayaregularcopwould."

           "Well,Iwanttogowithyou."

           "O.K.,butifanythinglooksfunny,youcutforthecampandyelllikehell."

           Inatentbehindthemamanstartedshoutinginhissleep.Asoftchorusofvoicesawakenedhimandstoppedhisdreaming.MacandJimwedgedtheirwaysilentlybetweentwocarsandapproachedthelittlegroupofglowingcigarettes.Thesparksdieddownandshiftedastheyapproached.