“We don’t need a warrant if there’s a riot.”
“Well, we got no riots here,” said the gate guard.
The men in the car listened to the music and the sound of the caller, and then the car pulled away and parked in a crossroad and waited.
In the moving squad each of the three young men was pinioned, and a hand was over each mouth. When they reached the darkness the group opened up.
Tom said, “That sure was did nice.” He held both arms of his victim from behind.
Willie ran over to them from the dance floor. “Nice work,” he said. “On’y need six now. Huston wants to see these here fellers.”
Huston himself emerged from the darkness. “These the ones?”
“Sure,” said Jule. “Went right up an’ started it. But they didn’ even swing once.”
“Let’s look at ’em.” The prisoners were swung around to face them. Their heads were down. Huston put a flashlight beam in each sullen face. “What did you wanta do it for?” he asked. There was no answer. “Who the hell tol’ you to do it?”
“Goddarn it, we didn’ do nothing. We was jes’ gonna dance.”