"What treasury?" she asked in mock surprise.
"Why, I thought we had seventy-five dollars," he blurted.
"We did, but the Sheriff got most of it yesterday or we wouldn't be in here today."
"Huumn! Well, that's bad. And tomorrow's pay day, isn't it?"
"Why bring that up?" she sneered. "I'd forgotten all about it."
"Haven't we got enough for me to get to Atlanta?" Licorice inquired, anxiously.
"There is if you're gonna hitch-hike."
"Well, of course, I couldn't do that," he smiled deprecatingly.
"I should say not," she retorted surveying his 250-pound, five-feet-six-inches of black blubber.
"Call Western Union," he commanded.