И проиграли бой

           Mactouchedhimgentlyontheshoulder."Allright,punk,"hesaidinamonotone."Putitalldown.Ifyou’regoingtobeahogyoudon’tgetnone."

           Themandroppedthepaper."Yougoingtomakeme?"heasked.

           Macdroppeddaintilyback,balancingontheballsofhisfeet.Hishandshungopenandlooseathissides."DoyouevergototheRosannaFightStadium?"heasked.

           "Yeah,andwhatofit?"

           "You’reaGod-damnliar,"Macsaid."Ifyouwentthere,you’dknowwhoIam,andyou’dtakebettercareofyourself."

           Alookofdoubtcameovertheman’sface.Heglanceduneasilyatthetwomenwhohadcomewithhim.Onestoodbythedoorway,lookingoutatthemovingcountry.Theotheroneelaboratelycleanedhisnostrilswithabandanaandinspectedhisfindings.ThefirstmanlookedatMacagain."Idon’twantnotrouble,"hesaid."Ijustwantedalittlebitofpapertositon."

           Macdroppedonhisheels."O.K.,"hesaid."Takesome.Butleavesome,too."Themanapproachedthepileandpickedupasmallhandful."Oh,youcanhavemorethanthat."

           "Weain’tgoin’far,"saidtheman.Hesettleddownbesidethedoorandclaspedhislegswithhisarms,andrestedhischinonhisknees.

           Theblockswerepassednow,andthetraingatheredspeed.Thewoodencarroaredlikeasounding-box.Jimstoodupandpushedthedoorwideopentoletinthemorningsunlight.Hesatdowninthedoorwayandhunghislegsover.