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           "Well,alittlelossofbloodwon’thurtme."

           Macstrokedhislowerlipnervously."Jim,"hesaid."Didyoueverseefourorfivedogsallfighting?"

           "No."

           "Well,ifoneofthosedogsgetshurtorgoesdown,alltherest’llturnonhimandkillhim."

           "Sowhat?"

           "So—mendothatsometimes,too.Idon’tknowwhy.It’skindoflikeDocsaystomeonetime,’Menhatesomethinginthemselves.’"

           "Docwasaniceguy,buthedidn’tgetanywherewithhishigh-falutin’ideas.Hisideasdidn’tgoanywhere,justaroundinacircle."

           "Allthesame,Iwishhewashere.Yourshoulderfeelallright?"

           "Sure.I’mnotusingitanymorethanIcanhelp."

           Macgotup."Comeon,let’slookatit.Takeoffthatcoat."Jimworkedthecoatoff.Macpulledtheplasterlooseandcarefullyraisedthebandage."Looksprettygood.It’salittlebitangry.I’llthrowawayacoupleoflayersofthisgauze.I’llbegladwhenwegetintown.Youcangetittakencareof.NowI’llputthiscleanpartback."Hepressedtheplasterdowninplaceandhelditfirmlyuntilthebodyheatmadeittakehold.

           "Maybewe’llfindDocintown,"saidJim."Hetalkedawfulfunnyjustbeforehedisappeared.Maybehegotdisgusted,orscared,andbeatit."