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Chapter 9
JimandMacmarchedfiftyfeetbehindDakin’struck.Macsaid,"Theygotareceptioncommitteeforus.Ain’tthatkindof’em?"Themenabouthimtittered.Maccontinued,"Theysay’yougotarighttostrike,butyoucan’tpicket,’an’theyknowastrikewon’tworkwithoutpicket-in’."Therewasnolaughterthistime.Themengrowled,buttherewaslittleangerinthetone.MacglancednervouslyatJim."Idon’tlikeit,"hesaidsoftly."Thisbunchofbumsisn’tkeyedup.IhopetoChristsomethinghappenstomake’emmadbeforelong.This’sgoingtofizzleoutifsomethingdon’thappen."
Thestragglingparademovedintotownandtooktothesidewalks.Themenwerequietnow,andmostofthemlookedshamefaced.Astheycameintothetown,householderswatchedthroughthewindows,andchildrenstoodonthelawnsandlookedatthemuntiltheparentsdraggedthemintothehousesandshutthedoors.Veryfewcitizensmovedaboutinthestreets.Themotorcyclesofthepoliceidledalongsoslowlythattheridershadtoputouttheirfeetandtouchthegroundoccasionallytokeepupright.Ledbythesheriff’scar,theprocessionmovedalongbackstreetsuntilitcameatlasttotherailroadyard.Themenstoppedalongtheedgeoftheright-of-way,forthelinewasguardedbytwentymenarmedwithshot-gunsandteargasbombs.
Dakinparkedhistruckatthecurb.Themensilentlyspreadoutandfacedthelineofspecialpolicemen.DakinandLondonwalkedupanddownthedensefront,givinginstructions.Themenmustnotstartanytroublewiththecopsiftheycouldhelpit.Therewastobetalkfirst,andthatwasall.Ontherightofwaytwolonglinesofrefrigeratorcarsstoodidle.Jimsaid,aside,toMac,"Maybethey’llstopthefreightwayupthetrackandunloadtheguys.Thenwewouldn’tgetachanceatthem."
