И проиграли бой

           Ascabhadsmashedhimundertheearwithapairofbrassknuckles.Seemedtoaffecthissenseofdirection."

           "Nowlookhere,"saidMac."Here’sageneralletter.I’vegotfourcarbonsinthetypewriter.We’vegottohavetwentycopies.YouwanttogettoitwhileIfixsomesupper?"

           "Sure,"saidJim.

           "Well,hitthekeyshard.Thosecarbonsheetsaren’tmuchgood."Macwentintothekitchencalling,"Dick,comeoutandpeelsomeonionsifyoucanstandthehorriblesmell."

           Dickgotupfromthecouch;afterrollingthesleevesofhiswhiteshirtneatlyabovehiselbows,hefollowedMacintothekitchen.

           Jimhadjuststartedhisheavy,deliberatetypingwhenJoyeasedhimselfoffthecouchandwalkedover."Whoproducesthegoods?"Joydemanded.

           "Why—theworkers,"saidJim.

           AfoxylookcameonJoy’sface,averywiseandsecretlook."Andwhotakestheprofits?"

           "Thepeoplewithinvestedcapital."

           Joyshouted,"Buttheydon’tproducenothing.Whatrighttheygottotheprofits?"

           Maclookedinthroughthekitchendoor.Hewalkedquicklyover,astirringspooninhishand."Nowlistentome,Joy,"hesaid."Stoptryingtoconvertourownpeople.