"No."
"I'm Ad Francis."
"Honest to God?"
"Don't you believe it?"
"Yes."
Nick knew it must be true.
"You know how I beat them?"
"No," Nick said.
"My heart's slow. It only beats forty a minute. Feel it."
Nick hesitated.
"Come on," the man took hold of his hand. "Take hold of my wrist. Put your fingers there."
The little man's wrist was thick and the muscles bulged above the bone. Nick felt the slow pumping under his fingers.
"Got a watch?"
"No."
"Neither have I," Ad said. "It ain't any good if you haven't got a watch."
Nick dropped his wrist.
"Listen," Ad Francis said. "Take ahold again. You count and I'll count up to sixty."
Feeling the slow hard throb under his fingers Nick started to count. He heard the little man counting slowly, one, two, three, four, five, and on—aloud.
