Chapter XIV

Fifty thousand dollars are a lot of dollars, as Red Beard often said to Lenny. And Lenny had invariably replied “Thasso!” A few minutes afterwards, he would grin from ear to ear, for he was a slow thinker, though an excellent judge of pace. Red Beard squatted by the negro steersman, a cigar between his teeth, his arms clasped about his knees, and tried to imagine what they would look like—five hundred bills for a hundred dollars each, all spread out on a large table. It would have to be an enormously large table. H…