И проиграли бой
Chapter 8
Maccalled,"Hey,youguys,canwecomeoutthere?"
Fromthegroupavoice,"Howmanyofyou?"
"Two."
"Comeon,then."Astheydrewnearaflashlightglancedoutandtouchedtheirfacesforasecond,andthenwentoff.Thedeputiesstoodup."Whatdoyouwant?"theirspokesmandemanded.
Macreplied,"Wejustcouldn’tsleep;thoughtwe’dcomeoutandtalk."
Themanlaughed."Webeenhavinglotsofcompanytonight."
InthedarkMacpulledouthisBullDurhambag."Anyofyouguyswanttosmoke?"
"Wegotsmokes.Whatisityouwant?"
"Well,I’lltellyou.Alotoftheguyswanttoknowhowyoufellowsfeelaboutthestrike.Theysentusouttoask.Theyknowyou’rejustworkingmen,thesameasthem.Theywanttoknowifyoumaybewon’thelpyourownkindofguys."
Silencemethiswords.Maclookeduneasilyaround.
Avoicesaidsoftly,"Allright,youchickens.Get’emup.Letoutasquawkandweplugyou."
"Say,whatthehellisthis?What’stheidea?"
"Getbehind’em,Jack,andyou,Ed,getyourgunsintheirbacks.Iftheymove,let’emhaveit.Now,march!"
