И проиграли бой
Chapter 9
"You’redamnright!Yougotmekindawrong,Dakin.Whatwegottofightwith?Rocks,sticks.EvenIndianshadbowsan’arrows.Butletusgetonelittleguntoprotectourselves,an’theycalloutthetroopstostoptherevolution.Wegotdamnfewthingstofightwith.Wegottousewhatwecan.Thislittleguywasmyfriend.Y’cantakeitfrommehe’dwanttogetusedanywaywecanusehim.Wegottousehim."Hepaused."Dakin,can’tyousee?We’llgetahellofalotofpeopleonoursideifweputonapublicfuneral.Wegottogetpublicopinion."
Londonwasnoddinghisheadslowlyupanddown."Theguy’sright,Dakin."
"O.K.,ifyouwantittoo,London.Is’posesomebody’sgottomakeaspeech,butIain’tgoin’todoit."
"Well,IwillifIhaveto,"Londoncried."Iseenthelittleguystartovertous.Iseenhimgetit.I’llmakethespeechifyouwon’t."
"SoundslikeCockRobin,"Burtonsaid.
"Huh?"
"Nothing.Iwasjusttalking.Bettergetthebodytakeninnow,andturnitovertothecoroner."
Londonsaid,"I’mgoingtosendaflockofmyownguystostaywithhim."
Jim’svoicecamefromoutsidethetent."Oh,Mac,comeonout.Andersonwantstoseeyou."
Macwalkedquicklyoutside.AndersonwasstandingwithJim.Helookedtiredandold."Youjustplayedhell,"hebeganfiercely.
"What’sthematter,Mr.Anderson?"
