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           Butnoweverybodyknew—evenGeorge,leaningbackward,shakinghishead,coveringhimselfwithbigoakleafhands—thatthisblackboy,withhisnosebustedandhisinsidessouredandhistwobuddiesstandingbehindhimwaitingtoseewhathewoulddo,couldn’taffordtopassupthechance.

           "Ahhhh,bendyouheaddownhere,Geo’ge...."

           TheguyswerealreadylookingtowhereMcMurphystoodacoupleofmendowntheline.

           "Ahhhh,c’mon,Geo’ge...."

           MartiniandSefeltwerestandingintheshower,notmoving.Thedrainattheirfeetkeptchokingshortlittlegulpsofairandsoapywater.Georgelookedatthedrainasecond,asifitwerespeakingtohim.Hewatcheditgurgleandchoke.Helookedbackatthetubeintheblackhandbeforehim,slowmucusrunningoutofthelittleholeatthetopofthetubedownoverthepig-ironknuckles.Theblackboymovedthetubeforwardafewinches,andGeorgelistedfartherback,shakinghishead.

           "No—nonethatstoof."

           "Yougonnahavetodoit,Rub-a-dub,"theblackboysaid,soundingalmostsorry."Yougonnahaveto.Wecan’thavetheplacecrawlin’withbugs,now,canwe?ForallIknowyougotbugsonyouagoodinchdeep!"

           "No!"Georgesaid.

           ‘Ahhh,Geo’ge,youjes’don’thavenoidea.Thesebugs,theyvery,veryteeny—nobigger’napinpoint.An’,man,whattheydoisgetyoubytheshorthairan’hangon,an’drill,downinsideyou,Geo’ge."

           "Nobugs!"Georgesaid.