И проиграли бой

           ThelightflaredinJoy’seyesagain."Whyisit?"hecriedshrilly."’CauseI’vebeenbeat,that’swhy!Ibeenhandcuffedtoabarandbeatoverthehead.Ibeensteppedonbyhorses."Heshouted,"Ibeenbeattohell,ain’tI,Mac?"

           "That’sright,Joy.""AnddidIevercrawl,Mac?Didn’tIkeeponcalling’emsons-of-bitchestilltheyknockedmecold?"

           "That’sright,Joy.Andifyou’dkeptyourtrapshut,theywouldn’thaveknockedyoucold."

           Joy’svoicerosetoafrenzy."Buttheywassons-of-bitches.Itold’em,too.Let’embeatmeovertheheadwithmyhandsin’cuffs.Let’emrideoverme!Seethathand?Thatwasrodeoverwithahorse.ButItold’em,didn’tI,Mac?"

           Macleanedoverandpattedhim."Yousuredid,Joy.Nobody’sgoingtomakeyoukeepquiet."

           "Damnright,"saidJoy,andthelightwentoutofhiseyesagain.

           Macsaid,"Comeonoverhere,Jim."Heledhimtotheotherendoftheroom,wherethetypewriterstoodonalittletable."Knowhowtotype?"

           "Alittle,"saidJim.

           "ThankGod!Youcangetrighttowork."Macloweredhisvoice."Don’tmindJoy.He’sslug-nutty.He’sbeensmackedovertheheadtoomuch.Wetakecareofhimandtrytokeephimoutoftrouble."

           "Myoldmanwaslikethat,"saidJim."OnetimeIfoundhiminthestreet.Hewaswalkinginbigcirclesofftotheleft.Ihadtosteerhimstraight.