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The
old
man
put
out
his
black
hands
at
the
people
around
him
,
"
There
’
s
twenty
-
five
of
you
.
Each
give
two
dollars
;
quick
now
,
this
no
time
for
argument
.
"
"
Here
,
now
!
"
cried
Teece
,
stiffening
up
,
tall
,
tall
.
The
money
appeared
.
The
old
man
fingered
it
into
his
hat
and
gave
the
hat
to
Belter
.
"
Son
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
ain
’
t
missin
’
no
rocket
.
"
Belter
smiled
into
the
hat
.
"
No
,
sir
,
I
guess
I
ain
’
t
!
"
Teece
shouted
:
"
You
give
that
money
back
to
them
!
"
Belter
bowed
respectfully
,
handing
the
money
over
,
and
when
Teece
would
not
touch
it
he
set
it
down
in
the
dust
at
Teece
’
s
feet
.
"
There
’
s
your
money
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
Thank
you
kindly
.
"
Smiling
,
he
gained
the
saddle
of
his
horse
and
whipped
his
horse
along
,
thanking
the
old
man
,
who
rode
with
him
now
until
they
were
out
of
sight
and
hearing
.
"
Son
of
a
bitch
,
"
whispered
Teece
,
staring
blind
at
the
sun
.
"
Son
of
a
bitch
.
"
"
Pick
up
the
money
,
Samuel
,
"
said
someone
from
the
porch
.
It
was
happening
all
along
the
way
.
Little
white
boys
,
barefoot
,
dashed
up
with
the
news
.
"
Them
that
has
helps
them
that
hasn
’
t
!
And
that
way
they
all
get
free
!
Seen
a
rich
man
give
a
poor
man
two
hundred
bucks
to
pay
off
some
’
un
!
Seen
some
’
un
else
give
some
’
un
else
ten
bucks
,
five
bucks
,
sixteen
,
lots
of
that
,
all
over
,
everybody
!
"
