И проиграли бой

           Theyputhiminthecan.Thenadoctorcomean’lookedathim.‘Iwon’ttreataGoddamnred,’thedoctorsays.SoJoyliestherewithabustedjaw.Hewasdangerous—hewantedguyslikeyoutogetenoughtoeat."Hisvoicewasgrowingsofterandsofter,andhiseyeswatchedexpertly,sawfacesbecomingtense,tryingtocatchthewordsofhissofteningtone,sawthepeopleleaningforward."Iknewhim."Suddenlyheshouted,"Whatareyougoingtodoaboutit?Dumphiminamud-hole,coverhimwithslush.Forgethim."

           Awomaninthecrowdbegantosobhysterically."Hewasfightin’foryou,"Macshouted."Yougoin’toforgetit?"

           Amaninthecrowdyelled,"No,byChrist!"

           Machammeredon,"Goin’tolethimgetkilled,whileyouliedownandtakeit?"

           Achorusthistime,"No-o-o!"

           Mac’svoicedroppedintoasing-song."Goin’todumphiminthemud?"

           "No-oo."Thebodiesswayedalittlebit.

           "Hefoughtforyou.Areyougoingtoforgethim?"

           "No-o-o."

           "We’regoingtomarchthroughtown.Yougoingtoletanydamncopsstopus?"

           Theheavyroar,"No-oo."Thecrowdswayedintherhythm.Theypoisedforthenextresponse.