settle for the reward?'
'So, okay, we're crazy,' Sheila said. 'Take a shower and go to bed. I'm sick of the sight of you!'
'Suppose someone digs it up while we sleep?'
'Who?'
'I don't know, but suppose . . .'
'So okay, you want to sit up all night? Then go ahead.' He looked at her, exasperated.
'Some dog could . . .'
'Oh, quiet down!' She went into the bedroom and began to undress.
Tom hesitated, then he walked uneasily into the bedroom. After a hot shower, he felt more relaxed. As he came back into the bedroom, a quick, furtive move by Sheila arrested his attention.
'What are you up to?'
'Nothing.'
'You were hiding something.'
'Oh, be your age! I . . .'
He studied her, then walked over to her. She eyed him, tense, her eyes glittering. She was wearing a shortie nightdress that came well above her knees. He could see the pink of her nipples through the thin stuff.
As he reached to open the drawer of the chest by the bed, she slapped his hand away.
'Be your age, Tom!'
'Did you take any of the money?'
'No!'
'You're lying!' He gave her a hard shove that sent her flat on her back across the bed. Then he jerked open the drawer. But there was no money there.
She lay looking up at him, a sneering little smile on her lips, her shortie riding up way above her white thighs.
'Satisfied, caveman?'
He stood over her. His anxiety neutralised his sexual feelings.
'I don't trust you! You are money crazy! If you spend just one of those bills, we are cooked! Do you understand? Can you get this fact into your greedy mind? We don't touch any of that money until we are out of this State . . . can you understand?'
She sat up, holding the three $500 bills concealed in her right hand.
'You don't have to shout at me!'
'I'm telling you because you are greedy, stupid and bad. If we spend one of those bills . . . we're cooked!'
'I'm not deaf. I heard you the first time. What are you getting so worked up about? I haven't touched the money! Get into bed and stop acting like a B movie star.'
She walked across the room into the bathroom, deliberately waving her hips at him. She kicked the door shut, then paused, listened and looked at the three crumpled bills in her hand. That had been a little close, she thought. If he had found them, he would have taken them from her. She hesitated, then hurriedly put the bills in a box of Kleenex which Tom never used. Then, humming under her breath, she took a shower.
Tom stretched out in bed. He thought of all that money outside in the garden. He thought of Sheila. She had been trying to hide something . . . he was sure of that. She was greedy and stupid enough to want to spend that money at once. He rubbed the side of his face, staring up at the ceiling. He must be mad to let her persuade him to keep the money!
She came into the bedroom and walked around the bed. 'I'll want some money tomorrow,' she said, sliding under the sheet. 'I have only three dollars.'
'We'll have to watch it. I haven't much to last to the end of the month.'
'Not much . . . only two and a half million dollars,' and she laughed.
'How many more times do I have to tell you . . . we don't spend one dollar of that until we are out of the State!'
'I heard you the first time.'
He snapped off the light. They lay in silence in the dark. Tom began to think how she had looked, lying across the bed with her shortie almost up to her navel. He began to move restlessly.
'Listen, Casanova,' she said out of the darkness. 'I recognise the signs. You've had your ration for the month. Go to sleep.' She turned over, drawing up her long legs.
Neither of them slept much that night.
* * *
The sun coming through the branches that covered the mouth of the cave woke Maisky. He was immediately aware that he was feeling stronger. Suspicious, he lay still, staring up at the damp roof of the cave. Then he slowly sat up. He discovered he was feeling normal again and, startled, he got off the heap of blankets. He walked around the cave, stretching his thin arms.
The attack seemed over. Goddam it! He was actually hungry.
