"And there air folks what thinks they knows a dum sight more than they can prove," replied Ben.
The great white eye jerked open, the crossed blue one twisting to bring Ezra Longman within its vision.
An expression of deadening hate flashed for a moment across the red face, and the white eye closed again. Myra had seen the by-play, and sat up with a gasp. What was there between Ben and her brother?
Placing the child upon her mother's lap, she stirred the stew bubbling in the pot on the stove.
"Scoot, and get an armful of wood, Ezy," ordered she; and no sooner had the tall boy disappeared than she slipped after him.
She stood beside him at the wood pile, staring down upon the crouched form.
"Hold a minute, Ezy," commanded she.
Ezra stood up.
"What air the matter with yer and Ben Letts?"
"Nothin' ain't the matter."