И проиграли бой

           "Me?Oh,sure.Whatwegoin’todonow,Mac?"

           "Fight,"saidMac.

           "Yeah,butifhebringsthestuffhesaid,pineapplesan’stuff,itain’tgoin’tobenomorefightthanthestockyards."

           "Bull,"saidMac,andalittlejetofchewedbeansshotfromhismouth."Ifhehadthatstuff,hewouldn’tneedtotellusaboutit.Hejusthopeswe’llgetscatteredsowecan’tputupafight.Ifwemoveouttonight,they’llpickusoff.Theyneverdowhattheysay."

           LondonlookedintoMac’sface,hungontohiseyes."Isthatstraight,Mac?YousaidIwasonyourside.Areyouputtin’somethin’over?"

           Maclookedaway."Wegottofight,"hesaid."Ifwegetoutwithoutascrapever’thingwe’vebeenthrough’llbewasted."

           "Yeah,butifwefight,alotofguysthatain’tdonenoharmisgoin’getshot."

           Macputhisunfinishedfooddownonthebox."Look,"hesaid."Inawarageneralknowshe’sgoingtolosemen.Nowthisisawar.Ifwegetrunouto’herewithoutafight,it’slosingground."Foramomenthecoveredhiseyeswithhishand."London,"hesaid."It’sahellofaresponsibility.Iknowwhatweshoulddojyou’retheboss;forChrist’ssake,dowhatyouwant.Don’tmakemetakealltheblame."

           Londonsaidplaintively,"Yeah,butyouknowaboutthings.Youthinkweoughttofight,really?""Yes,weought."

           "Well,hellthen,we’llfight—thatis,ifwecangettheguystofight."