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He meant Zwey, of course. He didn't know what to do, and he sat on his horse and cried until he started vomiting. You boys took the wrong ship, Augustus said. He thought perhaps Gus was thirsty--they weren't far from a little creek that fed into the Guadalupe.

I'm enjoying this whiskey, Augustus said. He won't need 'em, but we might. It'll take a barrel or two. He was so weak from shock, it seemed he might not be able to, but he finally got on his horse and rode off, looking back until the grave was hidden by the tall gray grass.