The words o’ the ol’ man in the cave returned to his brain:
“You may pick only 1: your money or (some o’) your life.”
He was close to the fork. He’d have to choose toward which turn to aim.
I can always get money somewhere else…
But I need money just to live: if I can’t get mo’, I’ll lose both.
¿How many hearts do I need?
That was when he realized that in his distraction he’d passed both turns, going straight ‘stead.
That was also when he saw the crowd just ‘head, surrounding some crab & some black device full o’ wires.