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The reason for the rifle-fire they'd heard earlier was clear now: the Hummer had been shot up pretty good. Beaver might, too. But Tommy knew. He was breathing hard and smiling as he looked at the burning store.

As he emerged, the chromatics keyed sympatheticvibrations in the audience, and they began to applaud. The Ripley could not have found a better home, in his humble opinion. But Henry and Pete were late back. The buttons of which Owen had spoken were under the blinking lights.