excitement. That, believe me, they'll buy."

He frowned while he thought it over. Then the frown turned into a

grin. "By God," he said, "they might."

And they did. The conference and the election were both pretty stormy.

All the new patriots were off to blow up the Government buildings one

after another, even more enthusiastic than the original members. It

was only natural; my instructions to the recruiters had been to pick

the most violent, frothing anti-Government men they could find to send

out, and that was what we got. But Hollerith gave them a talk, and the

vote, when it came, was overwhelmingly in favor of his plan.

Even Huey was enthusiastic. He came up to me after the meeting and

pounded me on the back; I suppose it was meant for friendship, though

it felt more like sabotage. "Hey, I thought you were no good," he

said. "I thought you were ... oh, you know, some kid of a spy."

"I know," I said.

"Well, Mister," he said, "believe me, I was wrong." He pounded some

more. I tried to look as if I liked it or, anyway, as if I could put

up with it. "You're O.K., Mister," he said. "You're O.K."

Some day, I told myself, I was going to get Huey all to myself, away

in a dark alley somewhere. There didn't seem to be much chance of

keeping the promise, but I made it to myself anyway, and moved away.

The meeting had set the attack for three days ahead, which was a moral

victory for Hollerith; the men were all for making it in the next five

minutes. But he said he needed time--it's a good thing, I told

myself, that he didn't say what he needed it for. Because in a few

hours, right after sunrise the next morning, training started and

Hollerith had his hands full of trouble.

The new men didn't see the sense in it. "Hell," one of them

complained, "all we got to do is go up and toss a bomb into the place.

We don't like all this fooling around first."

The "fooling around" involved jungle training--how to walk quietly,

how to avoid getting slashed by a vine, and so forth. It also involved

forming two separate attack groups for Hollerith's plans. That meant

drilling the groups to move separately, and drilling each group to

stay together.

And there were other details: how to fire a heater from the third rank

without incinerating a comrade in the front rank; signal-spotting, in

case of emergency and sudden changes of plan; the use of dynamite, its

care and feeding; picking targets--and so forth and so forth.

Hollerith's three days seemed pretty short when you thought about what

they had to cover.

But the new men didn't like it. They wanted action. "That's what we

signed on for," they said. "Not all this drill. Hell, we ain't an

army--we're guerrillas."

The older hands, and the more sensible members of the band, tried

their best to talk the new men into line. Some of the officers tried

ordering them into line.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21
(C) 2013 Как раскрутить сайт навсегда