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rags? You got  any  money?”

            Silence.
                                                                                   What you Think?ou Think?
            “We don’t want to have to come in and hurt you, old man,               What y
            but  we  don’t mind if  we  have to.”                                        Where was Greg
                                                                                         following  Lemon
            Lemon  Brown  squeezed  Greg’s  hand  in  his  own  hard,                         Brown?
            gnarled  fist.  There  was  a  banging  downstairs  and  a  light
            as the  men entered.


            They banged around noisily, calling  for the rag  man.
            “We  heard  you  talking  about  your  treasure.”  The  voice  was  slurred.  “We  just  want  to

            see it,  that’s  all.”

            “You sure he’s here?”  One  voice seemed to come from the  room with  the  sofa.
            “Yeah,  he  stays here  every  night.”


            “There’s another  room over there;  I’m going  to  take  a look. You got  that  flashlight?”
            “Yeah,  here, take  the  pipe  too.”

            Greg opened his mouth to quiet the sound of his breath as he sucked it in uneasily. A

            beam  of  light  hit  the  wall a few  feet  opposite  him, then  went  out.
            “Ain’t nobody in  that room,” a voice said. “You think  he  gone  or something?”

            “I  don’t  know,”  came  the  answer.  “All  I  know  is  that  I  heard  him  talking  about  some

            kind of treasure. You know they found that shopping bag lady with that load of money
            in  her  bags.”

            “Yeah.  You  think  he’s upstairs?”

            “HEY, OLD  MAN, ARE YOU UP THERE?” Silence.

            “Watch  my  back.  I’m going  up.”

            There was a footstep on the stairs, and the beam from the flashlight danced crazily along
            the peeling wallpaper. Greg held his breath. There was another step and a loud crashing
            noise  as  the  man  banged  the  pipe  against  the  wooden  banister.  Greg  could  feel  his
            temples throb as the man slowly neared them. Greg thought about the pipe, wondering
            what  he  would do when  the  man reached them—what  he could do.

            Then  Lemon  Brown  released  his  hand  and  moved  toward  the  top  of  the  stairs.  Greg

            looked  around  and  saw  stairs  going  up  to  the  next  floor.  He  tried  waving  to  Lemon
            Brown, hoping the old man would see him in the dim light and follow him to the next
            floor. Maybe, Greg thought, the man wouldn’t follow them up there. Suddenly, though,
            Lemon Brown  stood at  the  top  of the  stairs, both  arms raised high  above  his head.




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