И проиграли бой
Chapter 8
Dakin’smonotonecuthimoff."Whatyougettin’outofthis?"
Macretortedhotly,"Weain’tgettin’nothin’."
"HowdoIknowthat?"
"Youdon’tknowitunlessyoubelieveit.Theyain’tnowaytoproveit."
Dakin’svoicebecamealittlewarmer."Idon’tknowthatI’dtrustyouguysifthatwasso.Ifaman’sgettin’somethin’youknowhe’sonlygoin’todooneortwothings,he’sgoin’totakeorders,orhe’sgoin’todouble-cross.Butifaguyain’tgettin’nothin’,youcan’ttellwhathe’lldo."
"Allright,"Macsaidirritably."Let’slayoffthatjunk.Whentheguyswanttokickusout,let’emtakeavoteonus.Andletusargueourcase.Butthereain’tnogoodofusfightingeachother."
"Well,whatwegoin’todo,then.Nogoodsneakin’theguysouttomorrowmornin’ifthecopsknowwe’regoin’todoit."
"Surenot.Let’sjustmarchalongtheroadandtakeourchances.Whenweseethescabs,andseehowtheyact,we’llknowwhetherwegottofightortalk."
Dakinstoppedandmovedhisfootsidewaysagainstthedirt."Whatdoyouwantmeoutherefor?"
"Ijustwantedtotellyouwe’rebein’double-crossed.Ifyougetsomethin’youdon’twantthecopstoknow,don’ttellnobody."
"Allright,Igotthat.Longaseverybody’sgoin’toknow,wemightaswelllet’emknow.I’mgoin’tobed.Youguysseeifyoucankeepoutofamesstillmorning."
