И проиграли бой

           I’dgetbehindabushan’whenyouwentby,I’dblowyourGoddamnheadoff.It’dsavelotsoftrouble.ButIdon’townnothingbutalighttruckandsomecampstuff."

           "Goodnight,Mr.Dakin.Beseein’you,"saidMac.

           JimandMacwentout.TheyheardLondontalkingtoDakin."TheseguysareO.K.Theymaybereds,butthey’regoodguys."Londoncameoutandclosedthedoor.Adoordownthebuildingabitopenedandletoutasquareoflight.Mrs.Dakinandthetwokidswalkedtowardthem."G’night,boys,"shesaid."Iwaswatchin’toseewhenyoucomeout."

           TheFordrattledandchuckledhomeward,andpusheditsnoseupagainstthebunkhouse.MacandJimpartedfromLondonandwenttotheirdarklittleroom.Jimlayonthefloorwrappedinapieceofcarpetandacomforter.Macleanedagainstthewall,smokingacigarette.Afterawhilehecrushedoutthespark."Jim,youawake?"

           "Sure."

           "Thatwasasmartthing,Jim.Shewasbeginningtodragwhenyoubroughtinthatthingaboutthatcotton.Thatwasasmartthing."

           "Iwanttohelp,"Jimcried."God,Mac,thisthingissingingalloverme.Idon’twanttosleep.Iwanttogorightonhelping."

           "Youbettergotosleep,"Macsaid."We’regoingtodoalotofnightwork."