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           Iamhowlingforhelp,Harry.Thesympathizersarescared,butthat’snottheworst.Hepickedupanewpieceofpaper.

           Themenaretouchy.Youknowhowtheyget.Tomorrowmorningtheymightgodownandburnthecityhall,ortheymightboltforthemountainsandhideforsixmonths.SoforChrist’ssake,Harry,telleverybodywehavetohavehelp.Iftheyrunusoutofhere,we’llhavetroublefindingaspot.Wearegoingtopicketintrucks.Wecan’tfindoutmuchthat’sgoingon.

           Well,solong.Jackwillhandthistoyou.AndfortheloveofGodtrytogetsomehelphere.

           MacHereadtheletterover,crossedaneglectedt,foldedthepaperandputitinthedirtyenvelope.ThisheaddressedtoJohnH.Weaver,esq.Outsideheheardachallenge."Whoisit?"

           "London."

           "O.K."

           Londoncameintothetent.HelookedatMac,andatthesleepingJim."Well,Igottheguardsoutlikehesaid."

           "That’sgood.He’sallin.IwishDocwashere.I’mscaredofthatshoulder.Hesaysitdon’thurt,buthe’safoolforpunishment."Macturnedthelanternbacktothetent-poleandhungitonitsnail.

           Londonsatdownonabox."Whatgotintohim?"heaskedsoftly."Oneminutehe’sablabber-mouthkid,andthenextminute,byChrist,hejustbootsmeoutandtakesover."

           Mac’seyeswereproud."Idon’tknow.I’vesawguysgetoutoftheirselfbefore,butnotlikethat.