И проиграли бой

           "Helookslikeanicefella,"shesaid.

           Jimsmiled."Sure,he’sO.K."

           "Kindafresh,though,"shesaid."Joey,that’smyhubby,hedidn’tlikeitnone.Ithoughthewasanicefella."

           Jimgottohiskneesandpreparedtocrawloutofthetent."Hadanybreakfast?"

           "Joey’soutgettin’mesome."Hereyeswereboldernow."Yougoin’tothefuneral?"

           "Sure."

           "Ican’tgo.JoeysaysIcan’t."

           "It’stoowetandnasty."Jimcrawledout."’Bye,kid.Takecareo’yourself."

           "’B-bye."Shepaused."Don’ttellnobody,willyou?"

           Helookedbackintothetent."Don’ttell’emwhat?Oh,aboutthebaby.No,Iwon’t."

           "Y’see,"sheexplained,"youseenmethatway,soItoldyou.Idon’tknowwhy."

           "Idon’teither.’Bye,kid."Hestraightenedupandwalkedaway.Fewmenweremovingaboutinthemist.Mostofthestrikershadtakentheirmushandgonebacktothetents.Thesmokefromthestovesswirledlowtotheground.Alittlewindblewthedrizzleinaslow,driftingangle.AsJimwentbyLondon’stent,helookedinandsawadozenmenstandingaboutthecoffin,alllookingdownatit.