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taller of the two men tapped Tregan on the shoulder.
“You’re Tregan, ain’t you?”
Tregan turned. “Sure.”
“Cap’n Dan’d like to talk to you a while.”
“Up at the station?”
“Sure.”
“I’m pretty busy—what’s it about?”
“I dunno.”
“A story?”
“Yeah—I guess that’s it. He wants to tell you sumpin’ about a story.”
The bigger man looked at the smaller man.
“Sure,” the small one said. “He wants to tell you sumpin’ about a story. About an important story, this is.”
“All right! Wait till I stuff this money in my wallet.”
“Ya just been cashin’ a check, hey?”
“Yes.”
“We saw you was cashin’ a check, didn’t we, Hack?”
“Sure. We seen him cashin’ the check.”
He grinned. Tregan moved from the bank. The men flanked him. One went ahead through the swinging doors. The other followed him.
