"You fouled me," snarled Downing.
"Who, me?" asked Lane saucily.
"I broadcast a crash-warning."
"You should have done it before you dropped interferers. All I know is that you disputed my course."
"So I did. So what?"
Lane reached for a cigarette. He did it with his left hand, though he knew that Downing wouldn't draw his modines while either hand was occupied. Downing was fair, anyway. "So you didn't get what you wanted—again."
"Neither did you."
"All right. Are you happy? Got to have the best, don't you?" growled Lane. "Can't stand to see anybody take even a toothpick that you can't have two of."
"If you were more than a drug-store cowboy ... brother, what a get-up."