И проиграли бой

           Hecouldstilltastethetobaccoinhismouth,andittastedgood.Suddenlyheduginthepocketofhisbluedenimcoat."Mac,"hecried.

           "Yeah?What?"

           "Here’sacoupleofchocolatebarsIgotlastnight."

           Mactookoneofthebarsandlazilyunwrappedit."Icanseeyou’regoingtobeanassetinanyman’srevolution,"hesaid.InaboutanhourthedrowsinesscameuponJimagain.Reluctantlyheclosedthedoorofthecarandcurledupinhispapers.Almostinstantlyhewasintheblack,roaringcaveagain,andthesoundmadedreamsofwaterpouringoverhim.Vaguelyhecouldseedebrisandbrokenbitsofwoodinthewater.Andthewaterborehimdownanddownintothedarkplacebelowdreaming.

           HeawakenedwhenMacshookhim."Ibetyou’dsleepaweekifI’dletyou.You’veputinovertwelvehourstoday."

           Jimrubbedhiseyeshard."Ifeelsluggedagain."

           "Well,getyourselftogether.We’recomingintoTorgas."

           "GoodGod,whattimeisit?"

           "Somewhereaboutmidnight,Iguess.Herewecome;youreadytohop?"

           "Sure."

           "O.K.Comeon."

           Thetrainpulledslowlyonawayfromthem.ThestationofTorgaswasonlyalittlewayahead,withitsredlightonandglancingalongthebladeofthesemaphore.