You pick up the pouch and wonder where you should put it. You aren't
wearing a shirt, and there is no belt on your old canvas pants. You
don't have any shoes, either.
You finally settle with tying the pouch around your wrist. Then you
go over the contents of the wheelbarrow. The only really useful
things, you decide, are the matches and one of the knives.
You put the matches in your pocket and decide to keep the knife in
your hand. You never know when someone may try to attack you.
Now you wonder if you should stay here and clean your wounds, go into
one of the nearby houses, or continue down the
street.
You can always clean your wounds, but you may not get a chance to have
this much money again. It may be useful in the future.