And I ain't a-going to wait for yer, I tell yer straight." "I'll be back," said Paul.
"Don't believe it.

Good mind not to let yer go." The touch of genius suddenly brushed the boy's forehead.

He drew from his pockets the handful of silver and copper that was his week's wages, and, groping in the darkness, poured it over Barney Bill.

"Then keep that for me till I coom back." He fumbled hurriedly for the latch of the van door, found it, and leaped out into the waste under the stars, just as the owner of the van rose with a clatter of coins.

To pick up money is a deeply rooted human instinct.