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ONE:"Well, don't stand around and gawk,", said Si snappishly. "Help. What's your name?"
"I don't care," half whimpered Jim. "Gid Mackall, and Harry Joslyn, and Alf Russell, and Pete Skidmore, and even Sandy Baker, have all shot rebels, and I hain't hit none. I don't have half-a-show.""Now, give us your speech. But no politics," the rebels shouted.SI AND SHORTY STAND OFF A MOB AT THE JAIL.MRS. G.: They're being forced, Gwen dear. Absolutely forced to work.