The red-haired has receded on a step.
That it is necessary to you... Mike, or how there you? Better to you not to fight, guys... - the Negro has turned to the
Mexican: - Hide a knife, the boy... And you, - it have touched a shoulder red-haired, - put on the belt. Or you think, what
bosses to you will pay for a mutilation in fight? Pressure slept. The Mexican has shrugged shoulders, has resolutely put a
knife for a belt and has disappeared in crowd. Spectators began to disperse, laughing with simplification and talking
preuvelichenno is loud: to very few people the prospect to appear in the general dump smiled. Only two or three disappointed
instigators in every possible way have worn "idler-Negro".
The red-haired has tightened trousers and, having sat down on hunkers, has begun to collect cards.
Mike has taken seat nearby on plank beds.
Why all the same you have fought? - With friendly curiosity he has asked.
The Mexican has told that I cheat.
So after all you did not cheat, the guy, truly? H'm... Game is game.
I said to you that cards will not finish to good, Dik, - the young man, years of twenty five, with thin, a beautiful face and the
big eyes has noticed. - it is good still that all so has come to an end. And if this chako (a contemptious nickname of
Mexicans) pyrnul you in a stomach? At first he at me would eat own hat and boots in addition! - Dik has contemptiously
spitted out, has put a pack in a pocket of dirty linen trousers and has got a crushed pack of cigarettes. - with me jokes are
bad, Charlie, itself know!.
Smoke, the Negro! Mike, - has softly corrected that. - thanks, I do not smoke, the guy.
Charlie obstinately насупился:Я promised Jane to watch, that you were not got involved in fights.
All right, all right! - Dik has laughed loudly, having pulled about it on a back. - any more I will not be, calm down.
Charlie wished to tell something, but has suddenly turned pale, has seized for a throat and has run in a corner to iron flanks.
This guy very much is ill, truly? - Mike has sympathetically told.
Chicken... - Dik has yawned. - for the first time on the sea...
Your friend? The husband of my sister. We work at one factory. And you whence? Enormous cheerful Mike was pleasant to
it: Dik always respected physically strong people.
From Frisko. (San Francisco) the Unemployed? Was. Now - is not present. - Mike has got from a pocket the cutting
combined four times from the newspaper and has developed. - here you see: Holmes "Firm" and Harver ", - he read aloud, -
makes a set of workers for civil work outside of States without day. Payment raised, from twenty to twenty five dollars a day".
Twenty dollars a day!. You know, the guy, at office on hiring was to so much people that owners caused police.