Hashknife smiled and shook his head.
“We don’t want money, McLaren—only enough for two fares East. The rest will help Peggy start housekeepin’ with the man she kept on lovin’, in spite of hell and high water.”
“Two fares East?” queried McLaren.
“Yeah. Yuh see, we missed our train the night we came.”
“Oh, I see.”
“And Sleepy will like it, yuh know. I have to kinda humour him once in a while.”
“But you’re not going away for years and years,” declared Peggy. “Not after what you’ve done, Hashknife. Stay here in the Tumbling River with all of us.”
“Ye fit well in here,” said McLaren.
“And here comes Joe,” said Laura. “We’ll see what he has to say about you going away, Mister Man.”
“And you tell me some time,” smiled Hashknife. “It’ll keep.”