"No, Charlie. A question."
"Stretch out," said Charlie Jingle gruffly.
"Answer me first, Charlie. Is it?"
"Whatta you think?"
"I dunno," said the Tanker, stretching out slowly.
"You really wanna win that fight, kid?" asked Charlie Jingle, sad and tender.
"You know I do!"
"Trust me then, hah?"
The Tanker laughed, stretching out on the bench.
The light glittered cold on the smooth worn steel of the tools in Charlie Jingle's hands.