Suddenly, a new voice shouted, "What's happening here?" Itwas the foreman, and he was staring at Jim's bad hand.Instead of trying to explain, Jim sank the hook back into the sack with his left hand. Then he waited, unable to do anythinguntil his partner moved. After a few terrible seconds, Mike sunkthe hook into his end of the sack. The two men lifted the heavy sack together and carried it across the dock. Then they moved foranother sack, then another, a another.Jake, the foreman, stood there with arms crossed, watching every move. Finally, he walked awayJim lifted his face to Mike. "Thanks," he said.It was raining hard, but Mae didn't move. Her place in this soupline was too valuable. Hundreds of people were ahead of her, but alot were behind her, too. They were all waiting for free soup and bread from the truck at the head of the line. Mae held Rosy in herarms. The two boys ran around playing."You need to stand for a few minutes, Rosy," said Mae."I don't want to!" cried Rosy. "The sidewalk's wet!""Who's making all this noise?"Immediately, Rosy's crying stopped. Her father appeared beside her, big and strong and with a smile on his face for her.As he lifted Rosy, Jim told Mae, "I got a job at the docks."Mae noticed something inside Jim's coat. His boxing shoes. Shewasn't surprised to see them. A few boxing organizers in expensive suits couldn't stop her husband from fighting, even if they had taken away hislicense."Are you training today?" she asked him."I was thinking of selling them," said Jim. "Then we can pay the grocer by the end of the week."Mae didn't know what to say. At last she said, "Don't take less