И проиграли бой

           Londonyawnedagain."Iguessit’sbeefandbeansthismorning.God,I’dlikeacupofcoffee!"

           "Well,let’sgoinandgetcoffeeandhamandeggsintown."

           "Oh,gotohell.I’mgoin’togetthemcooksmovin’."Hestumbledsleepilyoutside.

           Macpulledaboxunderthelightandtookarollednewspaperoutofhispocket.Asheopenedit,Jimsaid,"I’vebeenawake,Mac.Wherehaveyoubeen?"

           "Hadtogomailaletter.Ipickedapaperoffalawn.We’llseewhat’sgoingon."

           "Mac,didImakeahorse’sassofmyselflastnight?"

           "Hell,no,Jim.Youmadeitstick.Youhaduseatingoutofyourhand."

           "Itjustcameoverme.Ineverfeltthatwaybefore."

           "Howdoyoufeelthismorning?"

           "Fine.Butnotlikethat.Icouldofliftedacowlastnight."

           "Well,yousureliftedusaround.That’sagoodgagaboutthetwotrucks,too.Theownerofthecarthathastobustthebarricademaynotlikeitmuch.Nowlet’sseewhat’sgoingonintown.Oh—oh,headlinesforthescrapbook!Listen,Jim:

           STRIKERSBURNHOUSES—KILLMEN!