Сестра Керри

Chapter XLI. The Strike

           

           “Well,”heobservedtohimself,“Icameoutofthatallright.”

           Thecarwasturnedinandhewasallowedtoloafawhile,butlaterhewasagaincalled.Thistimeanewteamofofficerswasaboard.Slightlymoreconfident,hespedthecaralongthecommonplacestreetsandfeltsomewhatlessfearful.Ononeside,however,hesufferedintensely.Thedaywasraw,withasprinklingofsnowandagustywind,madeallthemoreintolerablebythespeedofthecar.Hisclothingwasnotintendedforthissortofwork.Heshivered,stampedhisfeet,andbeathisarmsashehadseenothermotormendointhepast,butsaidnothing.Thenoveltyanddangerofthesituationmodifiedinawayhisdisgustanddistressatbeingcompelledtobehere,butnotenoughtopreventhimfromfeelinggrimandsour.Thiswasadog’slife,hethought.Itwasatoughthingtohavetocometo.

           TheonethoughtthatstrengthenedhimwastheinsultofferedbyCarrie.Hewasnotdownsolowastotakeallthat,hethought.Hecoulddosomething—this,even—forawhile.Itwouldgetbetter.Hewouldsavealittle.

           Aboythrewaclodofmudwhilehewasthusreflectingandhithimuponthearm.Ithurtsharplyandangeredhimmorethanhehadbeenanytimesincemorning.

           “Thelittlecur!”hemuttered.

           “Hurtyou?”askedoneofthepolicemen.

           “No,”heanswered.

           Atoneofthecorners,wherethecarslowedupbecauseofaturn,anex-motorman,standingonthesidewalk,calledtohim:

           “Won’tyoucomeout,pardner,andbeaman?Rememberwe’refightingfordecentday’swages,that’sall.We’vegotfamiliestosupport.

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