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           Jimshinnieddownthetreeandkneltbesidehim."Whereareyouhurt,Pop?"

           Dangasped,"Idon’tknow.Ican’tmove.IthinkI’vebustmyhip.Itdon’thurtnone,yet."

           Menwererunningtowardthem.Jimcouldseemendroppingfromthetreesallaroundandrunningtowardthem.Thecheckertrottedoverfromhispileofboxes.Themencrowdedclose."Where’shehurt?"

           "How’dithappen?"

           "Didhebusthisleg?"

           "He’stoooldtobeupatree."

           Theringofmenwasthrustinwardbymorearriving.Jimheardthecheckercry,"Letmethroughhere."Thefacesweredullandsullenandquiet.

           Jimshouted,"Standback,can’tyou.Don’tcrowdin."Themenshiftedtheirfeet.Alittlegrowlcamefromthebackrow.Avoiceshouted,"Lookatthatladder."

           Allheadswentupwithonemovement,andalleyeslookedtowheretheoldlooserungshadsplinteredandtornout.Someonesaid,"That’swhattheymakeusworkon.Lookatit!"

           Jimcouldhearthethuddingoffeetasmoremenranupingroups.Hestoodupandtriedtopushtheringapart."Getback,youbastards.You’llsmotherhim."

           OldDanhadclosedhiseyes.Hisfacewasstillandwhitewithshock.Ontheoutskirtsofthemobthemenbegantoshout,"Lookattheladder!That’swhattheymakeusworkon!"