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 feed in a joint where they don't have to send out for the fizz!"

"You can't do it, Sadie," Wilsnach calmly declared. He stowed the carefully folded charts down in his inner pocket and stood studying the empty manila enevelope.

"Why can't I? Ain't I done enough roof-runnin' to git an honest appetite?"

"You've done enough to get a life-medal from Daniels himself," he admitted. "But don't you see what's still ahead of us?"

"I'd like to see about a yard of steak ahead o' me!"

"We've only been through the first act of this play, and the second might begin any time now. And we're not ready for it. Don't you suppose that man Dorgan is going to come back here as soon as he imagines it's safe? How are you going to face him without his papers?"

But Sadie was not interested in papers.

"For the love o' Mike, ain't yuh goin' to gimme a chance to eat between now and Christmas?"

"You can eat later, Sadie, but just now we are acting for the Service, and to the Service everything must bow."