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           Jimasked,"Didyouhearanythingaboutscabs?"

           "No,notmuch.Someoftheguyssaythatscabsarecominginintruckswithguardsonthem,butyoucan’tbelieveanythinginacamplikethis.Damnedestplaceintheworldforrumors."

           "Theguysareawfulquietnow."

           "Sure.Whynot?They’vegottheirmouthsfull.Tomorrowwe’vegottostartraisinghell.Iguesswecan’tstrikelong,sowe’vegottostrikehard."

           Thesoundofamotorcameuptheroadandstopped.Outsidethetenttherewasasuddenswellofvoices,andthenquietagain.Samstuckhisheadintothetent."Londonhere?"hedemanded.

           "No.What’sthematter?"

           "There’sadressed-upson-of-a-bitchinashinycarwantstoseetheboss."

           "Whatabout?"

           "Idon’tknow.Sayshewantstoseethechiefofthestrikers."

           Macsaid,"London’soverbythepit.Tellhimtocomeover.Theguyprobablywantstotalkthingsover."

           "O.K.I’lltellhim."

           InamomentLondoncameintothetent,andthestrangerfollowedhim,achunky,comfortable-lookingmandressedinagreybusinesssuit.Hischeekswerepinkandshaven,hishairnearlywhite.Wrinklesofgoodnatureradiatedfromthecornersofhiseyes.Onhismouthanopen,friendlysmileappearedeverytimehespoke.ToLondonhesaid,"Areyouthechairmanofthecamp?"