И проиграли бой

           Fiveorsixofthemenfellinbehindhim,andthewholegroupmovedtowardthelineofstrikers.Theguardsturnedsideways,nervouslytryingtowatchbothsidesatonce.

           Andthen—abovethesteam—threesharp,crackingsounds.Maclookedbackatthestores.Headsandrifleswerewithdrawnquicklyfromtheroomwindowsandthewindowsdropped.

           Joyhadstopped,hiseyeswide.Hismouthflewopenandajetofbloodrolleddownhischin,anddownhisshirt.Hiseyesrangedwildlyoverthecrowdofmen.Hefellonhisfaceandclawedoutwardwithhisfingers.Theguardsstaredunbelievinglyatthesquirmingfigureontheground.Suddenlythesteamstopped;andthequietnessfellonthemenlikeawaveofsound.Thelineofstrikersstoodstill,withstrange,dreamingfaces.Joyliftedhimselfupwithhisarms,likealizard,andthendroppedagain.Alittlethickriverofbloodrandownonthecrushedrockoftheroadbed.

           Astrange,heavymovementstartedamongthemen.Londonmovedforwardwoodenly,andthemenmovedforward.Theywerestiff.Theguardsaimedwiththeirguns,butthelinemovedon,unheeding,unseeing.Theguardssteppedswiftlysidewaystogetoutoftheway,forthebox-cardoorswerebelchingsilentmenwhomovedslowlyin.Theendsofthelonglinecurledandcircledslowlyaroundthecenterofthedeadman,likesheepaboutanucleus.

           JimclungshiveringtoMac’sarm.Macturnedandmuttered,"He’sdonethefirstreal,usefulthinginhislife.PoorJoy.He’sdoneit.He’dbesoglad.Lookatthecops,Jim.Letgomyarm.Don’tloseyournerve.Lookatthecops!"