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Chapter 12
Theheadsofthepeopleturnedasheapproached.Thetissueofsoftspeechstopped.Anewaisleopenedtoallowtheleadertopass,andtheheadsturnedwithhimashepassed.
Londonclimbedupontheplatform.Hewasalone,overtheheadsofthepeople.Thefacespointedupathim,theeyesexpressionlessasglass.ForamomentLondonlookeddownatthepinecoffin,andthenhisshoulderssquared.Heseemedreluctanttobreakthebreathingsilence.Hisvoicewasremoteanddignified."Icomeupheretomakesomekindofspeech,"hesaid."AndIdon’tknownospeeches."Hepausedandlookedoutovertheupturnedfaces."Thislittleguygotkilledyesterday.Youallseenit.Hewascomin’overtoourside,an’somebodypluggedhim.Hewasn’tdoin’noharmtonobody."Againhestopped,andhisfacegrewpuzzled."Well,whatcanaguysay?We’regoin’toburyhim.He’soneofourownguys,an’hegotshot.WhatcanIsay?We’regoin’tomarchoutandburyhim—allofus.Becausehewasoneofus.Hewaskindoflikeallofus.Whathappenedtohimisliketohappentoanyguyhere."Hestopped,andhismouthstayedopen."I—Idon’tknownospeeches,"hesaiduneasily."There’saguyherethatknowedthislittlefellow.I’mgoin’tolethimtalk."HisheadturnedslowlytowhereMacstood."Comeonup,Mac.Tell’emaboutthelittleguy."Macbrokeoutofhisstiffnessandalmostthrewhimselfontheplatform.Hisshouldersweavedlikeaboxer’s."SureI’lltell’em,"hecriedpassionately."Theguy’snamewasJoy.Hewasaradical!Getit?Aradical.Hewantedguyslikeyoutohaveenoughtoeatandaplacetosleepwhereyouwouldn’tgetwet.Hedidn’twantnothingforhimself.Hewasaradical!"Maccried."D’yeseewhathewas?Adirtybastard,adangertothegovernment.Idon’tknowifyousawhisface,allbeattorags.Thecopsdonethatbecausehewasaradical.Hishandswerebroke,an’hisjawwasbroke.Onetimehegotthatjawbrokeinapicketline.
