“And who is this you're going to get even with, Lem?” Lorna asked.
“That old Aunt Sue,” Lem said. “I 'll do it, too. She told that old Schulig to take me to jail, an' I had n't done nothin' but hook a chunk o' lead. From old Shuder. He's only a Jew, anyway. He's a Russian Jew. He ought n't to holler when—”
“When what, Lem?”
“When it wasn't his lead, anyhow. It was pop's lead. Swatty an' Bony sold it to pop first. I know, because I bought it from them, an' then they hooked it out of pop's junk-pile an' sold it to Shuder. So it was n't Shuder's; it was pop's, anyway. I was just gettin' it back again.”
“But you sold it to your father again after you got it back,” expostulated Henrietta, although she smiled.
“Well, it was good lead, wasn't it? It was worth the money, was n't it? We sold it to him cheap enough, did n't we?”
“Yes, but it was his lead already—”
“No, it wasn't. Because Swatty an' Bony stole it an' sold it to old Shuder. He would n't have bought it if it wasn't theirs, would he? He's too slick to do that, you bet! He knew it was theirs. An', anyway, it ought to be theirs, because they had it first.”
“Had it first?” Henrietta asked.
“Out of Harburger's back yard,” said Lem. “It was just lyin' there an' nobody was doin' anything with it. So they had a right to take it, did n't they? That's what junk's for, ain't it? What use was an old chunk of lead stickin' in the mud, I'd like to know! So it was Swatty's an' Bony's, because they found it.”