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Chapter 9
"Weknowhim,"Macsaid."Hewasapalofours."
Dakin’seyeswerefilledwithdislike."Palofyours,andyouwon’tlethimrestnow.Youwanttousehim.You’reapairofcold-bloodedbastards."
Maccried,"Whatdoyouknowaboutit?Joydidn’twantnorest.Joywantedtowork,andhedidn’tknowhow."Hisvoicerosehysterically,"andnowhe’sgotachancetowork,andyoudon’twanttolet’im."
Anumberofthemenhadturnedtowardthevoices,turnedwithadullcuriosity.DakinpeeredatMacforamomentlonger."Comeon,"hesaid.Theypushedandjabbedtheirwayintothetightmassofmen,whogavewayreluctantly.
Macshouted,"Comeon,youguys,letusin.Wegottogetthispoorfellowouto’there."Themenopenedanarrowpathway,pushingviolentlybackwardtomakeit.
Londonjoinedthem,andhelpedtoforceawayin.Joywasquitedead.Whentheyhadclearedalittlespacearoundhim,LondonturnedhimoverandstartedtowipethebloodydirtfromJoy’smouth.Therewasafoxylookintheopeneyes;themouthsmiledterribly.
Macsaid,"Don’tdothat,London.Leaveitthatway,justthewayitis."
Londonliftedthelittlemaninhisarms.JoylookedverysmallagainstLondon’sbigchest.Apathopenedforthemeasilythistime.Londonmarchedalong,andthemenarrangedthemselvesintoacrudecolumn,andfollowed.
BesideDakin’sbrightgreentruckthesheriffstood,surroundedbyhisdeputies.Londonstopped,andthefollowingmenstopped."Iwantthatbody,"thesheriffsaid.
