"They's just samples.

But right over here--" "This isn't a question of selling," said the red-headed man.

"We've come to accept a little donation, McGuire." The storekeeper grew purple and white in patches.

Still there was no show of violence, no display of guns; he moved his hand toward his own weapon, and still the strangers merely smiled quietly on him.

He decided that he had misunderstood, and went on: "Over here I got a line of goods that you'll like.