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Chapter 3
"Say,Mac,Joydiditthisafternoon."
"Didwhat?"
"Well,hestartedacrazyspeechonastreetcornerandacoppickedhimup,andJoystuckthecopintheshoulderwithapocketknife.Theygothimlockedup,andtheygotfeloniousassaultonthebook.He’ssittinginacellrightnow,yelling’son-of-a-bitch’atthetopofhislungs."
"Ithoughthewasscrewierthanusualthismorning.Nowlisten,Dick.I’vegottogetoutofheretomorrowmorning,andI’vegotthingstodonow.YouruntoapublicphoneandcallGeorgeCamp,Ottman4211.Tellhimtheworks,andtellhimJoy’snuts.Tellhimtogetdownthereifhecanandsayhe’sJoy’sattorney.Joy’sgotasweetrecordiftheyputitonhim—aboutsixincitestoriot,twentyorthirtyvagrancies,andaboutadozenresistsandsimpleassaults.They’llgivehimtheworksifGeorgedoesn’tgetbusy.TellGeorgetotrytospringhimforadrunk."Hepaused."Jesus!Ifasanityboardevergetsholdofthatpoordevil,he’sinforlife.TellGeorgetotrytogetJoytokeephismouthshut.Andwhenyoudothat,Dick,youmaketheroundsandtrytopickupsomebailmoney—incase."
"Can’tIeatfirst?"Dickasked.
"Hell,no.GetGeorgedownthere.Here,givemetenofthetwenty.JimandIaregoingdowntotheTorgasValleytomorrow.AfteryoucallGeorge,comebackandeat.Andthenstartroundingupthesympathizersforbail.IhopetoGodGeorgecangetoutawritandgetbailsetsometimetonight."Dicksaid,"O.K.,"andhurriedout.
MacturnedtoJim."Iguessthey’llhavetolockpoorJoyupprettysoon,forgood.He’salongwaygone.Thisisthefirsttimeheeverusedaknife."
