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           Macsmashedthepaperdownontheground."Andthatlastmeansthattonightaflockofpool-room-Americanswillstartslingingrocksthroughthewindowsofpoordevilswhosaidtheywishedtimesmightgetbetter."

           Jimwassittingup."JesusChrist,Mac!Dowehavetotakealltheblame?’

           "Everydamnbit."

           "Howaboutthatguytheysaywasmurdered."

           "Well,Samdidit.Theycaughthim.Hehadtogetaway.Theguyhadagun;allSamhadwashisfeet."

           Jimlaybackagain."Yeah,"hesaid."Isawhimusehisfeettheotherday.ButGod,itsoundsbad.Soundsawful!"

           "Sure.Thateditorusedsomedollar-an’-a-halfwords,allright.’Paidforeignagitators.’Me,borninMinneapolis!An’granpawfoughtintheBattleofBullRun.Healwayssaidhethoughtitwasabull-fightinsteadofabattlehewasgoin’to’tiltheystartedshootin’athim.An’you’reaboutasforeignastheHooveradministration.Oh,hell,Jim.That’sthewayitalwaysis.But—"hebroughtoutthelastofhistobacco—’’it’sclosingin,Jim.Samshouldn’tofsetthatfire."

           "Youtoldhimtogoahead."

           "Iknow,Iwasmadaboutthebarn."

           "Well,whatdowedonow?"

           "Justgoahead,justgoahead.Westartthosecarsoutatthescabs.Wekeepitupaslongaswecanfight,andthenwegetaway,ifwecan.Areyouscared,Jim?"