London handed the lantern up, and Mac set it carefully on the floor, beside the body, so that its light fell on the head. He stood up and faced the crowd. His hands griped the rail. His eyes were wide and white. In front he could see the massed men, eyes shining in the lamplight. Behind the front row, the men were lumped and dark. Mac shivered. He moved his jaws to speak, and seemed to break the frozen jaws loose. His voice was high and monotonous. "This guy didn't want nothing for himself---" he began. His knuckles were white, where he grasped the rail. "Comrades! He didn't want nothing for himself ---"
pp. 313: In Dubious Battle. John Steinbeck, 1936.
