"A blind man can see your finish." For the first time she was unafraid of this big-bodied, black-browed men with the hairy-matted hands and fingers.

She held up her left hand.
"See that?
It's something, with all your strength, that you could never put on my finger.

Billy Roberts put it on inside a week.

He got your number, Charley Long, and at the same time he got me." "Skiddoo for you," Long retorted.

"Twenty-three's your number." "He's not like you," Saxon went on.