He asked me where I got the money. “I worked and saved it,” I said. “It takes a long time to save forty dollars,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “It took me two years.” “Two years!” he exclaimed. I saw an outraged look come over the marshal’s face. Reaching up, he pushed his hat back. He glanced up and down the street. I heard him mutter, “There’s not a one in that bunch with that kind of grit.”
