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Lennie took his hands away from his face and looked about for
George, and Curley slashed at his eyes. The big face was covered
with blood. George yelled again, "I said get him."
 Curley's fist was swinging when Lennie reached for it. The next
minute Curley was flopping like a fish on a line, and his closed fist
was lost in Lennie's big hand. George ran down the room. "Leggo
of him, Lennie. Let go."

 But Lennie watched in terror the flopping little man whom he
held. Blood ran down Lennie's face; one of his eyes was cut and
closed. George slapped him in the face again and again, and still
Lennie held on to the closed fist. Curley was white and shrunken;
by now, and his struggling had become weak. He stood crying, his
fist lost in Lennie's paw.
 George shouted over and over, "Leggo his hand, Lennie. Leggo.
Slim, come help me while the guy got any hand left."
 Suddenly Lennie let go his hold. He crouch cowering against the
wall. "You tol' me to, George," he said miserably.
 Curley sat down on the floor, looking in wonder at his crushed
hand. Slim and Carlson bent over him. Then Slim straightened up
and regarded Lennie with horror. "We got to get him in to a
doctor," he said. "Looks to me like ever' bone in his han' is bust."