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           AtlastJimsaidsoftly,"Eveniftheguysgetout,itwon’tallbewasted.Theyworkedtogetheralittle."

           Macrousedhimself."Yeah,butweoughttomakealaststand."

           "Howyougoin’togetguystofightwhentheywanttorun?"Londondemanded.

           "Idon’tknow.Wecantalk.Wecantrytomake’emfighttalkin’to’em."

           "Talkdon’tdomuchgoodwhenthey’rescared."

           "Iknow."

           Thesilencefellagain.Theycouldhearthelowtalkofmanyvoicesoutside,scatteredvoicesthatgraduallydrewtogetherandmadeababblelikewater.Macsaid,"Gotamatch,London?Lightthelantern."

           "Itain’tdarkyet."

           "Darkenough.Lightitup.ThisGoddamnhalf-lightmakesmenervous."

           TheshadescreechedasLondonraisedit,andscreechedwhenheletitdown.

           Maclookedstartled."Somethinghappened.What’swrong?"

           "It’sthemen,"saidJim."They’requietnow.They’veallstoppedtalking."Thethreemensatlisteningtensely.Theyheardfootstepscomingcloser.InthedoorwaythetwoshortItalianmenstood.Theirteethshowedinself-consciousgrins.

           "C’nwecomein?"