Tomlin stirred uneasily.
"A fight, Joe? Who with?"
Quinney answered fiercely:
"That dirty dog, James Miggott. He wants more than what we gave him. See? He wants my Posy."
Tomlin exhibited marked relief.
"Your Posy? Don't blame him for wanting her."
"You hold hard! Young Posy wants him."
"Gawd bless my soul! She's not the judge o' quality he is."
"And Susan backs 'em up. That fairly tears it."
Tomlin looked puzzled, unable to account for the younger man's excitement. He considered that Joe, unlike himself, was incapable of managing his womenfolk.