He reached for the money.
"Just a minute," I said. "It's yours after you give that lady over
there your berth and make it legal with the ship."
"Hey," said a companion, "how about all your belongings? Your cattle
and equipment? You haven't time any more to take it off."
"Heck, my whole outfit isn't worth more than fifteen thousand! I'll
give it to the lady."
He ran to Celia and the two of them dashed for the passenger ramp. It
was eight-thirty-five. Twenty-five minutes before take-off.