Meanwhile Mosbey had come across a big fat wallet someone had dropped in the street.
When they finally got to the car, Mosbey held the door open so the overhead light stayed on, looked in the wallet, and almost passed out. It was stuffed with hundred dollar bills. The sight immediately sobered both men.
"I think we're rich," grinned Mobley. "How'd you like to have half of this, seein' as how we share everything."
"I don't know," said Clette, as though trying to make up his mind. "You know I'm takin' that correspondence course to be a preacher."
"Okay. If you don't want a share, I'll keep it all for myself," Mobley said, starting to put the wallet in his pocket.
Clette grabbed his arm. "Hold on. Just hold it right there, old buddy. I might be plannin' on bein' a preachin' pastor one these days, but I'm darn sure no such a fool as to turn down a pile of money like this. Count out my half and let's say a prayer of thanks for this Bountiful Gift from Above!"