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"No—no, I didn’t mean anythin’ by it," Crutchie’s panic started to rise. "Honest, Mr. Snyder, I didn’t!"

"Didn’t mean to tell me your plan?" Snyder chuckled darkly. "Of course not. Well now it seems I’ll have to separate the both of you. I don’t need any schemers in this refuge."

"No, ya—ya can’t—" Crutchie tried to protest before Snyder started dragging him out by his collar. "I’ll make sure you’ll see him in a few days, Kelly," Snyder said to Jack, "Until then, your friend and I are going to have a nice, long chat," he finished menacingly, and marched the struggling Crutchie down the hall into a separate room. "Jack, I’ll—I’ll be fine—ow!" Crutchie stumbled forward, putting a hand to his face where Snyder had hit him.

"No, leave ‘im alone!" Jack tries hard to keep his voice from sounding afraid. He doesn’t need Snyder seeing him upset…or Crutchie seeing him worried. Jack knows what Snyder is capable of, knows about those "chats", knows he needs to do something or his friend is going to be in for a world of hurt.

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Crutchie’s eyes harden as he looks at Snyder. “We’ll see who’s smarter when Jack an’ me get outta ‘ere, an’ you don’t,” he retorts.

"Plotting an escape are we gentlemen?" Snyder pulled Crutchie up by the scruff of his shirt. "I wouldn’t if I were you."

"No—no, I didn’t mean anythin’ by it," Crutchie’s panic started to rise. "Honest, Mr. Snyder, I didn’t!"

"Didn’t mean to tell me your plan?" Snyder chuckled darkly. "Of course not. Well now it seems I’ll have to separate the both of you. I don’t need any schemers in this refuge."

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Crutchie quickly curls up against the wall, trying to look miserable. He peeks out from behind his crutch, hoping Snyder is convinced enough.

"Your friend has chores, Mr. Kelly. I’m sure you…

Crutchie’s eyes harden as he looks at Snyder. “We’ll see who’s smarter when Jack an’ me get outta ‘ere, an’ you don’t,” he retorts.

"Plotting an escape are we gentlemen?" Snyder pulled Crutchie up by the scruff of his shirt. "I wouldn’t if I were you."

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Crutchie quickly curls up against the wall, trying to look miserable. He peeks out from behind his crutch, hoping Snyder is convinced enough.

"Your friend has chores, Mr. Kelly. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to keep him from getting them finished." Snyder raised a brow at Jack, daring him to argue.

"Jus’ leave ‘im alone. I’ll do your work fer ya." Jack left just enough bite in his voice to prove he was serious. 

"Chores?" Crutchie raised his head from the wall, sitting up cautiously. "What kinda…chores?"

"Don’t worry bout it." Jack tells him, keeping his glare on Snyder. "Gonna make the kid with a limp run himself ragged, huh? Real nice."

"Nah, Jack," Crutchie stood up as fast as he could, and limped over to his friend, patting him on the arm. "I’ll be fine. Trus’ me."

"Listen to your friend Kelly. He’s much smarter than you." Snyder jabs. 

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Crutchie quickly curls up against the wall, trying to look miserable. He peeks out from behind his crutch, hoping Snyder is convinced enough.

"Your friend has chores, Mr. Kelly. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to keep him from getting them finished." Snyder raised a brow at Jack, daring him to argue.

"Jus’ leave ‘im alone. I’ll do your work fer ya." Jack left just enough bite in his voice to prove he was serious. 

"Chores?" Crutchie raised his head from the wall, sitting up cautiously. "What kinda…chores?"

"Don’t worry bout it." Jack tells him, keeping his glare on Snyder. "Gonna make the kid with a limp run himself ragged, huh? Real nice."

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Crutchie quickly curls up against the wall, trying to look miserable. He peeks out from behind his crutch, hoping Snyder is convinced enough.

"Your friend has chores, Mr. Kelly. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to keep him from getting them finished." Snyder raised a brow at Jack, daring him to argue.

"Jus’ leave ‘im alone. I’ll do your work fer ya." Jack left just enough bite in his voice to prove he was serious. 

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Snyder met Jack’s eyes, and then pushed him aside. Crutchie backed up fearfully as Snyder walked…

"A week," Crutchie responded. "He threatened a week fer me if I don’t behave. An’…if you don’t behave eithah, I’m guessin’," Crutchie added. "Snydah was real eager tah see ya mess up. Said he’d do somethin’ to us both if that ‘appended."

"It ain’t gonna happen." Jack said firmly. "An’ there ain’t no way in hell you’s stayin’ here a week." He said lower. "Not if I got anythin’ to say ‘bout it."

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Snyder met Jack’s eyes, and then pushed him aside. Crutchie backed up fearfully as Snyder walked towards him, brandishing the cane. Crutchie soon hit the wall with his back, and yelled out as Snyder struck him once, twice, and then three…

"Course I listen, Jack!" Crutchie replied hotly, folding his hands between his legs. "I got two ears, don’t I? We was nowhere near this place, Jack. Snydah smelled us out like…like…like a rat smells a bone."

"He say how long he was keepin’ ya for?" Jack asked, worried Crutchie was intended to out-stay him.