“The map may have made a mistake,” says House, “but I didn’t.” At that I poked Catty in the ribs and he kicked my shin.
“We’ve got to lift it tonight. They’ll be nosing around. They may be here tonight.”
“They won’t hurry. They don’t suspect anything.”
At that Catty kicked me a good one, and I was like to holler out good and loud, but I didn’t. I made up my mind I’d remember that kick and pay it back double when it was safe.
“Anyhow, I want to get it and be off,” says the other man to Mr. House. “They’re welcome to the hole it came out of.”
“It was great luck, our getting that map that way,” says House.
“Hasn’t looked like much luck yet.”
“If you were as good at digging as you are at finding fault it would,” says House.
We just lay still and watched them throw sand, and it was fun, because we knew they were just getting exercise. Every once in a while they would stop and quarrel about it, and then go back at it again, until Mr. House said his back was busted in two, and the other man said he had blisters on his hands as big as oranges and at that I snorted. Catty kicked me again, and this time I deserved it. But it didn’t help to kick after the snort.
“What’s that?” says Mr. House.