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He
took
off
his
filthy
baseball
cap
—
then
,
with
his
right
hand
,
he
stroked
the
air
,
producing
a
large
golden
coin
.
He
dropped
it
into
his
cap
.
And
then
he
took
another
from
a
wisp
of
breath
steam
,
and
another
,
catching
and
grabbing
them
from
the
still
morning
air
until
the
baseball
cap
was
brimming
with
them
and
Sweeney
was
forced
to
hold
it
with
both
hands
.
He
extended
the
baseball
cap
filled
with
gold
to
Shadow
.
"
Here
,
"
he
said
.
"
Take
them
,
man
.
Just
give
me
back
the
coin
I
gave
to
you
.
"
Shadow
looked
down
at
the
cap
,
wondered
how
much
its
contents
would
be
worth
.
"
Where
am
I
going
to
spend
those
coins
,
Mad
Sweeney
?
"
Shadow
asked
.
"
Are
there
a
lot
of
places
you
can
turn
your
gold
into
cash
?
"
He
thought
the
Irishman
was
going
to
hit
him
for
a
moment
,
but
the
moment
passed
and
Mad
Sweeney
just
stood
there
,
holding
out
his
gold
-
filled
cap
with
both
hands
like
Oliver
Twist
.
And
then
tears
swelled
in
his
blue
eyes
and
began
to
spill
down
his
cheeks
.
He
took
the
cap
and
put
it
—
now
empty
of
everything
except
a
greasy
sweatband
—
back
over
his
thinning
scalp
.
"
You
gotta
,
man
,
"
he
was
saying
.
"
Didn
’
t
I
show
you
how
to
do
it
?
I
showed
you
how
to
take
coins
from
the
hoard
.
I
showed
you
where
the
hoard
was
.
The
treasure
of
the
sun
.
Just
give
me
that
first
coin
back
.
It
didn
’
t
belong
to
me
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
have
it
any
more
.
"
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
tears
stopped
,
and
spots
of
color
appeared
in
his
cheeks
.
"
You
,
you
fucken
—
"
he
said
,
and
then
the
words
failed
him
and
his
mouth
opened
and
closed
,
soundlessly
.
"
I
’
m
telling
you
the
truth
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
If
I
had
it
,
I
’
d
give
it
back
to
you
.
But
I
gave
it
away
.
"
Sweeney
’
s
filthy
hands
clamped
on
Shadow
’
s
shoulders
,
and
the
pale
blue
eyes
stared
into
his
.
The
tears
had
made
streaks
in
the
dirt
on
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
face
.
"
Shit
,
"
he
said
.
Shadow
could
smell
tobacco
and
stale
beer
and
whiskey
-
sweat
.
"
You
’
re
telling
the
truth
,
you
fucker
.
Gave
it
away
and
freely
and
of
your
own
will
.
Damn
your
dark
eyes
,
you
gave
it
a
-
fucken
-
way
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
