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Show page 12 the sheriff,- found him a half hour l a t e r. "The Ruflins come to me f i r s t thing," the sheriff said. "Said Mick s t a r t e d things with that coal poker. People'11 t e s t i f y for 'em. Mick shouldn't have -- sorry, sorry -- " But Johnny Mack was walking toward a dimly-lit depot phone booth, to call a funeral home, his f i s t s clenched. After Mick's body was taken ax^ay, Johnny Mack cleaned up the cafe, closed i t tight and walked through the night to Mick's cottage on lox<7er Third. He walked heavily. He studied the f u t i l i t y of h i s own l i f e . He t r i e d to picture Nick's s i s t e rs in the old country. In two days he had the cottage and the cafe sold. He sent the money and the body of Mick Panagiatopulos off together, to Piraeus, Greece, his own salary included. Late of that afternoon Johnny Mack returned to his room above the warehouse. He sat on h i s army cot and stared at his disorderly p i l e s of x«7estern magazines. Finally he pocketed tobacco and matches. At 8:30, when the mid-evening t r a i n came through, he was several miles up the track, smoking and waiting at Haley's Creek. When the t r a i n slowed to cross the t r e s t l e , he swung aboard, into a vestibule behind the engine. That same evening two busy g i r l s of the southern c i r c u i t, after getting off the t r a i n at our town and getting settled at the Travelers Hotel, went down to the cafe with the xoord Mike's on t h e front and asked the new proprietor about Nick and about the candy machine. Mike the nex>7 proprietor said he was fresh in from Memphis an^' d i d n ' t know anything about e i t h e r , and d i d n ' t want to - he |