"The how-many?"
"The omelette, which must go directly to the table after it is made."
He began to pile dishes on the table, which ran across one end of the room, but found time to watch her as she broke the eggs.
"If a feller lives long enough and keeps his mouth shut and his eyes open he'll learn a powerful heap, won't he? I've seen that word in the newspaper a whole lot, but I'll be shot if I ever knew that it was jest aigs."
Jennie was amused, but too hungry to spend much time listening. "You may call them in," she said, after a glance at the biscuit.
The young man opened the door and said, lazily, "Cap, come to grub."
Curtis was again examining the guns in the rack, "You're well heeled."
"Haff to be, in this country," said the young fellow, carelessly. "Set down anywhere—that is, I mean anywhere the cook says."
Jennie didn't like his growing familiarity, but she dissembled. "Sit here, George," she said, indicating a chair at the end. "I will sit where I can reach the coffee."
"Let me do that," said Calvin. "Louie, I guess you're not in this game," he said to the boy looking wistfully in at the door.