“Oh!” said Amos, without any curiosity.
“I mean to say,” Kite explained, “I want to talk about this move of his. You’ve heard about it.”
“I hadn’t heard he’d moved,” said Amos. “Thought he was living with his paw. Where’s he gone to now?”
“Damn it, Amos!” Kite protested, “don’t fool with me. You know what I mean.”
“Kite,” said Amos, “nobody ever knows what you mean, even when you say it. You’re such an excitable man.”
“Well, who wouldn’t get excited? I tell you, this is a—”
“What is?” Amos asked, interrupting without seeming to do so.
“This damned idea of enforcing a fool liquor law.”
“Oh, that,” said Amos.
Kite leaned forward. “Is it your doing, Amos? Did you get him to do this? Because if you did—”