Snowball was away like a flash.
“Liberty Bonds?” said the ticket hawker of the black mustache. “How many?”
“I might buy one, if it’s cheap, mebbe.”
“How cheap?”
“How much you all want?”
“Forty dollars.”
Snowball shook his head, “Thirty-nine. That’s all I’m payin’ jes’ now.” His hand was in his right trousers pocket.
“Let’s see yer money.”
Snowball stepped back a discreet distance, then displayed two twenty-dollar bills.
“All right, let’s have ’em.”