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"
You
meanin
’
to
say
you
think
a
white
man
should
take
your
place
,
boy
?
"
asked
Teece
coldly
.
Grandpa
Quartermain
took
his
red
hands
off
his
knees
.
He
looked
out
at
the
horizon
thoughtfully
and
said
,
"
Teece
,
what
about
me
?
"
"
What
?
"
"
I
’
ll
take
Silly
’
s
job
.
"
The
porch
was
silent
.
Teece
balanced
himself
in
the
air
.
"
Grandpa
,
"
he
said
warningly
.
"
Let
the
boy
go
.
I
’
ll
clean
the
brass
.
"
"
Would
you
,
would
you
,
really
?
"
Silly
ran
over
to
Grandpa
,
laughing
,
tears
on
his
cheeks
,
unbelieving
.
"
Sure
.
"
"
Grandpa
,
"
said
Teece
,
"
keep
your
damn
trap
outa
this
.
"
