Kenny snorted. "What do you mean, _at first?_ What's going to happen, _at second_ to make it any easier? Where're we going to get all this money we'll need to pay for even what we ourselves use, not to speak of the thousands of men we're going to have to have if El Hassan is ever to come to power?" Bey's eyebrows went up in shocked innocence. "Kenny, dear boy, don't misunderstand. We don't requisition anything from individuals, or clans, or small settlements. But if we take over a town such as Gao, or Niamey, or Colomb-Béchar, or wherever, there is nothing to say that a legal government such as that of El Hassan, can't requisition the contents of the local banks." Homer Crawford said with dignity, "The term, my dear Minister of Defense, currently is to _nationalize_ the bank. Whether or not we wish to have the banks remain nationalized, after we take over, we can figure out later. But in the early stages, I'm afraid we're going to have to nationalize just about every bank we come in contact with." Cliff Jackson said cautiously, "I haven't said whether or not I'll come in yet, but just as a point, I might mention issuing your own legal tender. As soon as you liberate a printing press somewhere, of course." Everyone was charmed at the idea. Isobel said, "You can see Cliff was _meant_ to be Minister of Treasury. He's got _wholesale_ larceny in his soul, none of this picayunish stuff such as robbing nomads of their sheep." Elmer Allen was shaking his head sadly. "This whole conversation started with Bey protesting that we couldn't allow ourselves to be thought of as brigands. Now listen to you all." Kenny Ballalou said with considerable dignity, "See here, friend. Don't you know the difference between brigandage and international finance?" "No," Elmer said flatly. "Hm-m-m," Kenny said. "Let's get on with this," Homer said. "The forming of El Hassan's basic government is beginning to take on aspects of a minstrel show. Then we've all declared ourselves in ... except Cliff." All eyes turned to the bulky Californian. He sat scowling. Homer said, easily, "You're not being urged, Cliff. You can turn back at this point." Elmer Allen growled, "You came to Africa to help your race develop its continent. To conquer such problems as sufficient food, clothing and shelter for all. To bring education and decent medical care to a people who have had possibly the lowest living standards anywhere. Can you see any way of achieving this beyond the El Hassan movement?" Cliff looked at him, still scowling stubbornly. "That's not why I came to Africa." Their eyes were all on him, but they remained silent. He said, defensively, "I'm no do-gooder. I took a job with the Africa for Africans Association because it was the best job I could find." Isobel broke the silence by saying softly, "I doubt it, Cliff."