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@@@@@As with Brown, all the complexities and cross-purposes canceled out into that simple imperativeHe lowered his head, and bulled on for another few yards
“Men, you might as well lea’ me A few tears worked out of Wilson’s eyes”They ain’t no use y’ killin’ yourself for me His fever was torturing him again, and it sent a leaden aching ecstasy through his bodyHe felt consumed with the desire to express something Wilson clenched his fistsHe wanted to give them a present, and he was frustratedThey were such good men It was plaintive, like a child weeping for something it will never get
Goldstein listened to him, tempted by the same inevitable suite of rationalizations that Stanley had followedHe wondered how to suggest it to Ridges, and was silent”You jus’ shut up, WilsonWe ain’t leavin’ ya
And therefore Goldstein could not quitHe would not be the first one; he was a little afraid that Ridges then would bundle Wilson on his back and continueHe was bitter and thought of faintingThat he wouldn’t do, but he was angry with Brown and Stanley for deserting themThey quit, why don’t I quit? he wondered, and knew he wouldn’t
“Jus’ set me down an’ gowan, men
“We’ll git ya back,” Ridges mutteredHe too was playing with the idea of deserting Wilson, but he pushed it away in a spasm of disgustIf he left him it would be murder, an awful sin if he left a Christian to dieRidges thought of the black mark it would be on his so