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"
Tomorrow
.
"
"
All
the
guys
goin
’
to
march
in
it
?
"
Mac
looked
at
London
.
"
Sure
they
are
,
"
he
said
.
"
Maybe
we
can
drag
public
sympathy
our
way
.
"
"
Well
,
Joy
would
like
that
,
"
Dick
said
.
"
Nothing
he
’
d
like
better
.
Too
bad
he
can
’
t
see
it
.
Well
,
so
long
.
I
got
to
go
.
"
He
turned
to
leave
the
tent
.
Lisa
raised
her
eyes
.
"
Bye
,
baby
.
See
you
sometime
,
"
said
Dick
.
The
spots
of
color
came
into
her
cheeks
again
.
Her
lips
parted
a
little
and
,
when
the
tent
flaps
dropped
behind
Dick
,
her
eyes
remained
there
for
some
time
.
Mac
said
,
"
Jesus
,
they
got
an
organization
here
.
Dick
’
s
a
good
man
.
If
he
can
’
t
get
stuff
to
eat
,
it
ain
’
t
to
be
got
.
"
Jim
asked
,
"
How
about
that
platform
for
the
speech
?
"
Mac
turned
to
London
,
"
Yeah
,
did
you
get
at
it
,
London
?
"
"
The
guys
’
ll
put
it
up
tomorrow
mornin
’
.
Couldn
’
t
get
nothing
but
some
old
fence
posts
to
make
it
.
Have
to
be
just
a
little
one
.
"
"
Don
’
t
matter
,
"
Mac
said
,
"
just
as
long
as
it
’
s
high
enough
so
every
guy
here
can
see
Joy
,
that
’
s
enough
.
"
A
worried
look
came
on
London
’
s
face
.
"
What
t
’
hell
am
I
goin
’
to
say
to
the
guys
?
You
said
I
ought
to
make
a
speech
.
"
