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"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
The
Negro
waited
.
"
You
recollect
you
owe
me
fifty
dollars
,
Belter
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
You
tryin
’
to
sneak
out
?
By
God
,
I
’
ll
horsewhip
you
!
"
"
All
the
excitement
,
and
it
slipped
my
mind
,
sir
.
"
"
It
slipped
his
mind
.
"
Teece
gave
a
vicious
wink
at
his
men
on
the
hardware
porch
.
"
God
damn
,
mister
,
you
know
what
you
’
re
goin
’
to
do
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
"
"
You
’
re
stayin
’
here
to
work
out
that
fifty
bucks
,
or
my
name
ain
’
t
Samuel
W
.
Teece
.
"
He
turned
again
to
smile
confidently
at
the
men
in
the
shade
.
Belter
looked
at
the
river
going
along
the
street
,
that
dark
river
flowing
and
flowing
between
the
shops
,
the
dark
river
on
wheels
and
horses
and
in
dusty
shoes
,
the
dark
river
from
which
he
had
been
snatched
on
his
journey
.
He
began
to
shiver
.
"
Let
me
go
,
Mr
.
Teece
.
I
’
ll
send
your
money
from
up
there
,
I
promise
!
"
"
Listen
,
Belter
.
"
Teece
grasped
the
man
’
s
suspenders
like
two
harp
strings
,
playing
them
now
and
again
,
contemptuously
,
snorting
at
the
sky
,
pointing
one
bony
finger
straight
at
God
.
