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Chapter 12
Macbroketherhythm,andthebreakjarredthem.Hesaidquietly,"Thislittleguyisthespiritofallofus.Wewon’tprayforhim.Hedon’tneedprayers.Andwedon’tneedprayers.Weneedclubs!"
Hungrilythecrowdtriedtorestoretherhythm."Clubs,"theysaid."Clubs."Andthentheywaitedinsilence.
"O.K.,"Macsaidshortly."We’regoingtothrowthedirtyradicalinthemud,buthe’sgoingtostaywithus,too.Godhelpanybodythattriestostopus."Suddenlyhegotdownfromtheplatform,leavingthecrowdhungryandirritated.Eyeslookedwonderingintoothereyes.
Londonclimbeddownfromtheplatform.Hesaidtothebearers,"PuthiminAlbertJohnson’struck.We’llgetgoin’inafewminutesnow."HefollowedMac,whowasworkinghiswayoutofthecrowd.
Dr.BurtonfellinbesideMacwhenhewasclearofthebunchedpeople."Yousurelyknowhowtoworkthem,Mac,"hesaidquietly."Nopreachereverbroughtpeopletothemourners’benchquicker.Whydidn’tyoukeepitupawhile?You’d’vehadthemtalkingintonguesandholy-rollinginaminute."
Macsaidirritably,"Quitsnipingatme,Doc.I’vegotajobtodo,andI’vegottouseeverymeanstodoit."
"Butwheredidyoulearnit,Mac?""Learnwhat?"
"Allthosetricks."
Macsaidtiredly,"Don’ttrytoseesomuch,Doc.Iwantedthemmad.Well,they’remad.Whatdoyoucarehowit’sdone?"
"Iknowhowit’sdone,"saidBurton."Ijustwonderedhowyoulearned.Bytheway,oldDan’ssatisfiednottogo.Hedecidedwhenweliftedhim."
