И проиграли бой

           TheroaringrhythmofthetrainbeatonJim’ssensesandmadehimdrowsy.Hefoughtoffsleepsothathemightseemoreofthecountry,shookhisheadviolentlytojarhimselfawake;butatlasthestoodup,ranthedoornearlyclosed,andretiredtohisownpileofpapers.Hissleepwasashouting,echoingblackcave,anditextendedintoeternity.

           Macshookhimseveraltimesbeforehecouldwakeup."It’snearlytimetogetoff,"Macshouted.

           Jimsatup."GoodGod,havewegoneahundredmiles?"

           "Prettynear.Noisekindofdrugsyou,don’tit.Ican’teverstayawakeinabox-car.Pullyourselftogether.We’regoingtoslowdowninacoupleofminutes."

           Jimheldhisdullheadbetweenhishandsforamoment."Idofeelslugged,"hesaid.

           Macthrewopenthedoor.Hecalled,"Jumpthewaywe’regoing,andlandrunning."Heleapedout,andJimfollowedhim.

           Jimlookedatthesun,almoststraightoverhead.Infrontofhimhecouldseetheclusteredhousesandtheshadetreesofalittletown.Thefreightpulledonandleftthemstanding.

           Macexplained,"Therailroadbrancheshere.ThelinewewantcutsoverthatwaytowardtheTorgasValley.Wewon’tgothroughtownatall.Let’sjumpacrossthefieldsandcatchthelineoverthere."

           Jimfollowedhimoverabarbed-wirefenceandacrossastubblefield,andintoadirtroad.Theyskirtedtheedgeofthelittletown,andinhalfamilecameuponanotherrailroadright-of-way.