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The stiffs and bosses were talking excitedly of the fight.
Tim rushed up to gurgle: "Great, Bill, old man! You done just
what I'd 'a' done if he'd cussed me. I told you Pete was a bluffer."
"Git out," said Satan.
Tim fled.
Morton came up, looked at Bill Wrenn, pounded him on the shoulder,
and went off to his mattress. The other stiffs slouched away,
but McGarver and Satan were still discussing the fight.
Snuggling on the hard black pile of tarpaulins, Bill talked to
them, warmed to them, and became Mr. Wrenn. He announced his
determination to wander adown every shining road of Europe.
"Nice work." "Sure." "You'll make a snappy little ole
globe-trotter." "Sure; ought to be able to get the slickest
kind of grub for four bits a day." "Nice work," Satan
interjected from time to time, with smooth irony. "Sure.
Go ahead. Like to hear your plans."
McGarver broke in: "Cut that out, Marvin. You're a `Satan' all
right. Quit your kidding the little man. He's all right. And
he done fine on the job last three-four days.


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