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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.

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