Re-enforced by Uncle Eb's cane he soon saw the heels of his aggressor and stood growling savagely.

He was like the goal in a puzzle maze all wound and tangled in his harness and it took some time to get his face before him and his feet free.
At a small grocery where groups of men, just out of the fields, were sitting, their arms bare to the elbows, we bought more bread and butter.
In paying for it Uncle Eb took a package out of his trouser pocket to get his change.

It was tied in a red handkerchief and I remember it looked to be about the size of his fist.

He was putting it back when it fell from his hand, heavily, and I could hear the chink of coin as it struck.

One of the men, who sat near, picked it up and gave it back to him.