И проиграли бой

           "Whatyouwantfornothing?"Londondemanded.

           "Well,"Macreplied,"Idon’twantnothingformyselfbutabonfire,justafiretogetridofme,soIwon’tliearound."Hestoodupandfeltinhisjeanspocketandbroughtoutabigknife.Oneofthebladeshadascrewdriverend.Hefittedittoascrewinthecoffin-lidandtwisted.

           Londoncried,"Whatdoyouwanttoopenitfor?Thatwon’tdonogood.Leavehimbe."

           "Iwanttoseehim,"saidMac.

           "Whatfor?He’sdead—he’salumpofdirt."

           Thedoctorsaidsoftly,"SometimesIthinkyourealistsarethemostsentimentalpeopleintheworld."

           Macsnortedandlaidthescrewcarefullyontheground."Ifyouthinkthisissentiment,you’renuts,Doc.Iwanttoseeifit’dbeagoodideafortheguystolookathimtomorrow.Wegottoshootsomejuiceinto’emsomeway.They’redyin’ontheirfeet."

           Burtonsaid,"Funwithdeadbodies,huh?"

           Jiminsistedearnestly,"We’vegottouseeverymeans,Doc.We’vegottouseeveryweapon."

           Maclookedupathimappreciatively."That’stheidea.That’sthewayitis.IfJoycandosomeworkafterhe’sdead,thenhe’sgottodoit.There’snosuchthingsaspersonalfeelingsinthiscrowd.Can’tbe.Andthere’snosuchthingsasgoodtaste,don’tyouforgetit."