Then my friends began to cool down, and draw off,
under shelter of occasional volleys, into silence and
abysmal reverie. For ten minutes now, there was stillness.
Adding, after a considerable pause--
'Ten thousand. It is a heap of money.'
'Are you going to send it to him right away?'
'Yes,' I said. 'It is a queer question.'
No reply. After a little, Rogers asked, hesitatingly:
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