"Yes, you do know. Tell me the meaning of it."
"S'pose I ain't hungry."
"Isn't the bird cooked well enough?"
"Wouldn't hurt if 'twas cooked better."
The Rifleman at first was disposed to resent this insult, but, on second thought, he set the man down as a fool, and one unworthy of notice. There is no disguising the fact that his action had given the hunter an unpleasant suspicion, which, however, was dissipated by the perfect coolness with which he met his inquiry.
"I guess yer ain't used to cookin', be you?" he asked, perfectly unabashed by the frigid manner of the hunter.
"I've done considerable, sir, in the last few years."
"Don't say so. Shouldn't have thought it, from the way that thing looks."
"What is the matter with this cooking, I should like to know; eh?"
"Oh, nothin', as I knows on. The gal appears to like it well enough."