И проиграли бой

           "Whynot?"Jimasked.

           "Idon’tknow.Thereoughttobesomewomenthere.Therearen’tanywomenatall."

           Inthedoorwaysofthebox-carsstrike-breakerssat,andstandingbehindthemwereothers.Theystareduneasily.Theymadenomovetogetoutontotheground.

           ThenLondonsteppedoutinfront,steppedsoclosetoaguardthattheshot-gunmuzzleturnedandpointedathisstomach,andtheguardmovedbackapace.Theenginepantedrhythmically,likeagreat,tiredanimal.Londoncuppedhishandsaroundhismouth.Hisdeepvoiceroared,"Comeonover,youguys.Don’tfightagainstus.Don’thelpthecops."Hisvoicewascutoffbyashriekofsteam.Ajetofwhiteleapedfromthesideoftheengine,drowningLondon’svoice,blottingouteverysoundbutitsownswishingscream.Thelineofstrikersmovedrestively,belliedoutinthemiddle,towardtheguards.Theshotgunmuzzlesturnedandswepttheranks.Theguards’facestightened,buttheirthreathadstoppedtheline.Thesteamshriekedon,anditswhiteplumeroseupandbrokeintolittlepieces.

           Inthedoorwayofoneofthebox-carsacommotionstarted,akindofaboilingofthemen.Amansquirmedthroughtheseatedscabsanddroppedtotheground.

           MacshoutedinJim’sear,"MyGod!It’sJoy!"

           Themisshapen,gnome-likefigurefacedthedoorway,andthemen.Thearmswavedjerkily.Stillthesteamscreeched.Themeninthedoorwaydroppedtothegroundandstoodinfrontofthefrantic,jerkingJoy.Heturnedandwavedhisarmtowardthestrikers.Hisbeatenfacewascontorted.