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Chapter 24

           Thereweremanymenstandinginthecorridorandthemeninthecompartmentalllookedatuswhenwecamein.Therewerenotenoughplacesinthetrainandeveryonewashostile.Themachine-gunnerstoodupformetositdown.Someonetappedmeontheshoulder.Ilookedaround.Itwasaverytallgauntcaptainofartillerywitharedscaralonghisjaw.Hehadlookedthroughtheglassonthecorridorandthencomein.

           "Whatdoyousay?"Iasked.Ihadturnedandfacedhim.HewastallerthanIandhisfacewasverythinundertheshadowofhiscap-visorandthescarwasnewandshiny.Everyoneinthecompartmentwaslookingatme.

           "Youcan’tdothat,"hesaid."Youcan’thaveasoldiersaveyouaplace."

           "Ihavedoneit."

           HeswallowedandIsawhisAdam’sapplegoupandthendown.Themachine-gunnerstoodinfrontoftheplace.Othermenlookedinthroughtheglass.Nooneinthecompartmentsaidanything.

           "Youhavenorighttodothat.Iwasheretwohoursbeforeyoucame."

           "Whatdoyouwant?"

           "Theseat."

           "SodoI."

           Iwatchedhisfaceandcouldfeelthewholecompartmentagainstme.Ididnotblamethem.Hewasintheright.ButIwantedtheseat.Stillnoonesaidanything.

           Oh,hell,Ithought.

           "Sitdown,SignorCapitano,"Isaid.Themachine-gunnermovedoutofthewayandthetallcaptainsatdown.Helookedatme.Hisfaceseemedhurt.Buthehadtheseat."Getmythings,"Isaidtothemachine-gunner.Wewentoutinthecorridor.ThetrainwasfullandIknewtherewasnochanceofaplace

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