And I don't take much stock in agents for them, neither.No.Nor in gold bricks.

Nor green good.

No." The Colonel raised his fist and brought it down on the butcher's counter so hard that the meat scales danced, and the indicator jerked nervously across the face of the dial, weighing a half pound of anger.

The butcher leaned back against the shopping block, and gently caressed the handle of his cleaver.

He pointed to the door with his other hand.
"Git out!" he said, and the Colonel scowled but went.
On his way home the Colonel bethought himself of a good excuse to stop at Miss Sally's.