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Chapter 9
Burkesaid,"I’mforstartin’amixsoon’sthescabsgetoffthetrain.Scarehelloutof’em."
"Bettertalkfirst,"Macsaid."Iseenhalfatrainloadofscabsgoovertothestrikeiftheywastalkedtofirst.Youjumpon’emandyou’llscaresome,andmakesomemad."
Dakinwatchedhimsuspiciouslywhilehetalked."Well,let’sbemovin’,"hesaid."Igottopicktheguystostay.Docandhismencancleanupthecamp.I’mgoin’inmytruck;Londonan’Burkecanridewithme.Webetterleavethesedamnoldcanshere."
Thesunwasjustcomingupwhenthelong,raggedcolumnstartedout.Thesquadleaderskepttheirmentoonesideoftheroad.Jimheardamansay,"Don’tbotherwithclods.Waittillwegettotherailroadright-of-way.There’snicegraniterocksintheroadbed."
Singingbrokeout,thetuneless,unevensingingofuntrainedmen.Dakin’sgreenChevrolettruckledoff,idlinginlowgear.Thecolumnofmenfollowedit,andthecrowdleftincampwiththewomenhowledgoodbyesafterthem.
Theyhadhardlystartedwhentenmotorcyclepolicemenrodeupandspacedthemselvesalongthelineofmarch.Whentheyhadgonehalfamilealongtheroadabigopencar,jammedwithmen,dashedtotheheadofthecolumnandparkedacrosstheroad.Allofthemencarriedriflesintheirhands,andallworedeputies’badges.Thedriverstoodupontheseat."Youmenaregoingtokeeporder,anddon’tforgetit,"heshouted."Youcanmarchaslongasyoudon’tblocktraffic,butyou’renotgoingtointerferewithanybody.Getthat?"Hesatdown,movedhiscarinfrontofDakin’struckandledthewholemarch.
