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Chapter 12
White-foreheadsaid,"Theysaytherearescabscominginintrucks.Andtheysayeveryscabhastear-gasbombsinhispocket."
"That’salie,"Jimsaidquickly."Theyalwaysstartlieslikethattoscaretheguysoff."
White-foreheadwenton,"IheardthatthebossessentwordtoLondonthattheywon’tdealaslongasthere’sredsincamp."
Thebroad,muscularmancametolifeagain."Well,who’sthereds?YoutalkmorelikearedthananybodyIseen."
White-foreheadcontinued,"Well,Ithinkthatdoctor’sared.What’sadoctorwantouthere?Hedoesn’tgetanypay.Well,who’spayinghim?He’sgettinghis;don’tworryaboutthat."Helookedwise."Maybehe’sgettingitfromMoscow."
Jimspatontheground.Hisfacewaspale.Hesaidquietly,"You’retheGod-damnedmeanestson-of-a-bitchIeversaw!Youmakeeverybodyoutthekindofaratyouare."
Thesquaremangottohiskneesagain."Thekid’sright,"hesaid."Hecan’tkickhelloutofyou,butIcan.AndbyChristIwillifyoudon’tkeepthattoiletseatofyoursshut."
White-foreheadgotupslowlyandwenttotheentrance.Heturnedback."Allright,youfellows,butyouwatch.PrettysoonLondon’lltellyoutosettlethestrike.An’thenhe’llgetanewcar,orasteadyjob.Youjustwatch."
Thesquaremanleapedtohiskneesagain,butWhite-foreheaddodgedoutofthetent.
