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"
That
wasn
’
t
it
,
sir
.
"
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
what
it
was
!
Get
off
,
you
’
re
not
goin
’
to
steal
my
property
!
"
He
gave
the
boy
a
push
.
The
bicycle
fell
.
"
Get
inside
and
start
cleaning
the
brass
.
"
"
Beg
pardon
?
"
The
boy
’
s
eyes
widened
.
"
You
heard
what
I
said
.
There
’
s
guns
need
unpacking
there
,
and
a
crate
of
nails
just
come
from
Natchez
—
"
"
Mr
.
Teece
.
"
"
And
a
box
of
hammers
need
fixin
’
—
"
"
Mr
.
Teece
,
sir
?
"
"
You
still
standin
’
there
!
"
Teece
glared
.
"
Mr
.
Teece
,
you
don
’
t
mind
I
take
the
day
off
,
"
he
said
apologetically
.
