"Gee, ain't you grouchy!" growled Humpy. "You can't have your way all the time."
"Well, I ain't agoin' to have your way any of the time, Humpy. Your calibre is too small and you ain't got sufficient penetration." This was pretty plain talk, and the men at the table looked at each other and the game seemed to drag.
"You ain't a goin' to quit us?" asserted Kal uneasily.
"I ain't, 'cause I have."
"You said that when you was excited."
"Well, when I stop to think I'm always wrong," retorted the Irishman bluntly.
It seemed unreasonable that McShay should be so rigid about a little thing like a lynching. While Kal was thinking of some way to placate the big boss, Johnson and McMurdy clattered in. They went directly to the bar and ordered refreshment.
"Well," called out Humpy; "did you put Bill on the train?"
"We sure did."
"And he got off again at the next station," added McShay with provoking assurance.