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Chapter 31

           Istooduntilithadalmostpassed,thenjumpedandcaughttherearhand-rodsandpulledup.Icrawleddownbetweenthegondolaandtheshelterofthehighfreight-carbehind.Ididnotthinkanyonehadseenme.Iwasholdingtothehand-rodsandcrouchinglow,myfeetonthecoupling.Wewerealmostoppositethebridge.Irememberedtheguard.Aswepassedhimhelookedatme.Hewasaboyandhishelmetwastoobigforhim.Istaredathimcontemptuouslyandhelookedaway.HethoughtIhadsomethingtodowiththetrain.

           Wewerepast.Isawhimstilllookinguncomfortable,watchingtheothercarspassandIstoopedtoseehowthecanvaswasfastened.Ithadgrummetsandwaslaceddownattheedgewithcord.Itookoutmyknife,cutthecordandputmyarmunder.Therewerehardbulgesunderthecanvasthattightenedintherain.Ilookedupandahead.Therewasaguardonthefreight-caraheadbuthewaslookingforward.Iletgoofthehand-railsandduckedunderthecanvas.MyforeheadhitsomethingthatgavemeaviolentbumpandIfeltbloodonmyfacebutIcrawledoninandlayflat.ThenIturnedaroundandfasteneddownthecanvas.

           Iwasinunderthecanvaswithguns.Theysmelledcleanlyofoilandgrease.Ilayandlistenedtotherainonthecanvasandtheclickingofthecarovertherails.TherewasalittlelightcamethroughandIlayandlookedattheguns.Theyhadtheircanvasjacketson.Ithoughttheymusthavebeensentaheadfromthethirdarmy

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