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           Londonpulledupaboxandsatdownonit."Thechow’saboutready,theguysays.Iwanttoastyou,Mac,ever’bodysaysyou’reared.Themtwoguysthatcometotalkbothsaidit.Seemedtoknowallaboutyou."

           "Yeah?"

           "Tellmestraight,Mac.Isyouan’Jimreds?"

           "Whatdoyouthink?"

           London’seyesflashedangrily,buthecontrolledhimself."Don’tgetmean,Mac.Idon’ttakeitniceiftheguysontheothersideknowmoreaboutyou’nIdo.WhatthehelldoIknow?Youcomeintomycampanddoneusagoodturn.Ineverastyounoquestions—neverdid.Iwouldn’tastyouanynow,on’yIgottoknowwhattoexpect."

           Maclookedpuzzled.HeglancedatJim."O.K.?"

           "O.K.byme."

           "Listen,London,"Macbegan."Aguycangettolikeyouawfulwell.Sam’llkicktheassoffanyguythatlookscrookedatyou."

           "Igotgoodfriends,"saidLondon.

           "Well,that’swhy.Ifeelthesameway.S’poseIwasared,whatthen?"

           Londonsaid,"You’reafriendofmine."

           "O.K.,then,I’mared.Thereain’tahellofasecretaboutit.TheysayIstartedthisstrike.Nowgetmestraight.IwouldofstarteditifIcould,butIdidn’thaveto.Itstarteditself."