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collected by mass vagrancy arrests in Tramptown. As soon as they started
arriving, Jerry Rivas hurried down to the old provost-marshal's
headquarters and came back with a lot of rubber billy-clubs, which he
issued to his gang-bosses, regular and temporary. A few times they had
to be used. By evening, however, the insubordinate and troublesome had
been quieted. They would all steal anything they could put in their
pockets, but that was to be expected. By evening, too, the contents of
the underground treasure trove was moving out in a steady stream, and
scows were shuttling to and from Litchfield.

Rodney Maxwell was going back to town after lunch the next day. Conn
wanted to know if he should go along.

"No, you stay here; help keep things moving. Remember what I told you
about the older and wiser heads? Let me handle them. I've been around
them, heaven pity me, longer than you have. Just give me an audiovisual
of your proxy and I'll vote your stock."