Don't monkey around about it.

And you RIDE!" "All right," Bud muttered.

"But I'll have to go down in the pasture and get my money, first.

I've got my own private bank down there, and I haven't enough in my pockets to play penny ante more than one round." "Hell!" Jerry's hand lifted to Bud's shoulder and gripped it for a minute.

"That's right on the road to the Sinks, man!" He stood biting his lips, thinking deeply, turning his head now and then as little sounds came from the house: the waltz Honey was playing, the post-office door slamming shut.
"You tell me where that money's cached, Bud, and I'll go after it.