It was the same dull fodder as before. "Split it five ways, Tex," Oscar directed. "The lieutenant may snap out of it and be hungry."
Burke looked at it and sniffed. "I'm sick of that stuff. I don't want any."
"Okay, split it four ways." Tex nodded and did so.
They ate; presently Matt sat back, burped reflectively, and said, "You know, while I could use some orange juice and coffee, that stuffs not bad."
"Did I ever tell you," asked Tex, "about the time my Uncle Bodie got incarcerated in the jail at Juarez?-by mistake, of course."
"Of course," agreed Oscar. "What happened?"
"Well, they fed him nothing but Mexican jumping beans. He-"
"Didn't they upset him?"
"Not a bit. He ate as many as he could and a week later he jumped over a twelve foot wall and bounced home."
"Having met your Uncle Bodie, I can well believe it. What do you suppose he would do under these circumstances?"