“Ya runnin’ outa gas,’’ Tom said. “Well, time to close up anyways.’’ “No more half-bucks rollin’ down the road, I guess,’’ Tom said. The chair legs hit the floor. “Don’t you go a-sassin’ me. I ’member you. You’re one of these here troublemakers.’’ “Damn right,’’ said Tom. “I’m bolshevisky.’’ “They’s too damn many of you kinda guys aroun’.’’
