“Well, strikes me since we went into such a damn-fool business—”
Hank snorted. “Well, I didn’t pull you in, you would butt in—it’s none of my fault.”
“Who said it was?”
“I’m not saying who said it was or who said it wasn’t—thing is, there’s no use in complaining.”
“I said that a moment ago.”
“Oh, well, there you are—I’m going on deck.”
Almost a quarrel and all because the pocket Artemis was chatting to another man who had blue eyes—a blue-eyed squatteroo who was only yesterday good old B. C.