JOE. Well, there it is.
JIM. Hold on, Joe. I shouldn't wonder if that was that gumbo.
JOE. What gumbo?
JIM. The poultice. I throwed it among that coke.
JOE. Yes, here's some only half-burned.
ESROM. [Going.] I knowed they shouldn't ought to be no clinker.
JOE. But look at this red piece—as hard as a rock.
JIM. [Half-startled.] Why, Joe—[Looks at him.
JOE. What?
JIM. Well, nothing—