He had watched them arrive from across the street and had come across to see if he could help when it seemed they were "in a bit of a tight," as he put it.

While Louis held the baby on his shoulder, Crandall stepped near, looked at the swelling on Gage's neck, and reached out with one blocky, twisted hand. Rachel opened her mouth to protest -- his hand looked terribly clumsy and almost as big as Gage's head -- but before she could say a word, the old man's fingers had made a single decisive movement, as apt and deft as the fingers of a man walking cards across his knuckles or sending coins into conjurer's limbo. And the stinger lay in his palm.

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