“Crazy as bedbugs, too,” says I. “They was looking for—say, Magpie, what was that word?”
“Railami.”
Half Mile and Tellurium looks foolish like at each other and then back at us.
“You know what it is?” asks Tellurium, but me and Magpie has to plead total ignorance.
“You looking for it, too, Tellurium?” I asks.
He rubs the bald spot on top of his head, and grins.
“Uh-huh. She’s worth looking for.”
“We hate to have to ask questions,” I states.
“Worth uh thousand dollars,” says Tellurium. “Uh cold thousand.”
“So is sixty ounces uh gold, too, but that don’t tell nothing but the value,” orates Magpie. “Speak up, you’re among friends.”