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           Heknowsaguythatkindofthrowsanothercrowd.They’reonthebiggestorchardofthelot,fourthousandacresofapples.London’ssodamnmadatthiswagedrop,he’lldoanything.HisfriendontheHunterplaceiscalledDakin.We’regoingoverthereandtalktoDakintonight."

           "Yougotitreallymoving,then?"Jimdemanded.

           "Looksthatway."Macwentintooneofthedarkdoorwaysandinamomentheemergedwithacanofsardinesandaloafofbread.Helaidthebreaddownonthedoorstepandturnedthekeyinthesardinecan,rollingbackthetin."DidyousoundoutthementhewayItoldyou,Jim?"

           "Didn’thavemuchchance.ItalkedsometooldDan,there."

           Macpausedinopeningthecan."WhatinChrist’snamefor?Whatdoyouwanttotalktohimfor?"

           "Well,wewereupinthesametree."

           "Well,whydidn’tyougetinanothertree?Listen,Jim,lotsofourpeoplewastetheirtime.Joywouldtrytoconvertalitterofkittens.Don’twasteyourtimeonoldguyslikethat.He’snogood.You’llgetyourselfconvertedtohopelessnessifyoutalktooldmen.They’vehadallthekickblastedrightoutof’em."Heturnedthecanlidoffandlaidtheopentininfrontofhim."Here,putsomefishonasliceofbread.London’seatinghisdinnerrightnow.He’llbereadyprettysoon.We’llgoinhisFord."

           Jimtookouthispocket-knife,arrangedthreesardinesonasliceofbreadandcrushedthemdownalittle.Hepouredsomeoliveoilfromthecanoverthem,andthencoveredthemwithanothersliceofbread."How’sthegirl?"heasked.