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           "Where’dyougetthecar?"demandedAmorycynically.

           "Sacredtrust,butdon’tbeacriticalgoopheroryoucan’tgo!"

           "IthinkI’llsleep,"Amorysaidcalmly,resettlinghimselfandreachingbesidethebedforacigarette.

           "Sleep!"

           "Whynot?I’vegotaclassateleven-thirty."

           "Youdamnedgloom!Ofcourse,ifyoudon’twanttogotothecoast—"

           WithaboundAmorywasoutofbed,scatteringthebureaucover’sburdenonthefloor.Thecoast...hehadn’tseenitforyears,sinceheandhismotherwereontheirpilgrimage.

           "Who’sgoing?"hedemandedashewriggledintohisB.V.D.’s.

           "Oh,DickHumbirdandKerryHolidayandJesseFerrenbyand—ohaboutfiveorsix.Speeditup,kid!"

           IntenminutesAmorywasdevouringcornflakesinRenwick’s,andatnine-thirtytheybowledhappilyoutoftown,headedforthesandsofDealBeach.

           "Yousee,"saidKerry,"thecarbelongsdownthere.Infact,itwasstolenfromAsburyParkbypersonsunknown,whodeserteditinPrincetonandleftfortheWest.HeartlessHumbirdheregotpermissionfromthecitycounciltodeliverit."

           "Anybodygotanymoney?"suggestedFerrenby,turningaroundfromthefrontseat.

           Therewasanemphaticnegativechorus.

           "Thatmakesitinteresting."

           "Money—what’smoney?Wecansellthecar."

           "Chargehimsalvageorsomething."

           "How’rewegoingtogetfood?"askedAmory.