Pugh took a last long drag on his niccomoss cigar, coughed convulsivcly, spat out thc stub and watched it drop into the Sump River oozing past thrce storeys bclow. It burst apart in a tiny flash of grcen flame. "Hell," he thought, "that stuff is killing me. The sooner wc get control of this trading route, the sooner we earn some cash, the sooner I can smoke something better."