И проиграли бой

           "Ain’tyouJakePedroni?Sureyouare.Look,Jake,IheardDocsayiftheoldguydidn’tgetsoapandwateruphimtokeephimclearedout,he’dgetlikethat.Igottostayhere.Yougooverandgetitdone,willyou,Jake?"

           "Sure,boss."

           "O.K.Getalong.Itain’tdoin’hishipnogoodtofight.How’stheguywiththebustedankle?"

           "Oh,him.Somebodygive’imaslugofwhiskey.He’sO.K."

           "Callmeifanythinghappens,Jake."

           "Allright,Iwill."

           LondonwentbacktothemattressandlaydownbesideJim.Faraway,theenginepounded,fasterandfasterinthenight.Theoldtoughroostercrowedfirst,andtheyoungoneanswered.Londonfeltheavysleepcreepingintohisbrain,butheroseuponhiselbowandlookedatJimoncemorebeforeheletthesleepwashoverhim.