Dillon and Roxy watched them. Dillon said, “We gotta get this punk alone.”
Roxy said, “Sure… we’ll get him all right.”
It was some little time before Joe could get round to them. Ma Chester and Chrissie were all over him. Even old man Chester wakened up and had something to say. By the time Joe shook them off, Dillon was in a vile temper.
The three of them walked into the wood, and when they were some distance from the shack, they sat down on the grass.
Dillon said, “Now come on, for God’s sake. What’s been goin’ on?”
Joe gave him a worried look. “I don’t like it,” he said, wagging his head. “The Feds are raising hell.”
“What you mean, raising hell? Got a newspaper with you?”
Joe shook his head. He seemed quite surprised at the idea. “No, I ain’t got no newspaper,” he said.
Dillon looked at Roxy, his face dark with fury. “What a guy!” he snarled. “Came from town an’ ain’t got the goddam sense to bring a newspaper.”
Even Roxy was put out. “Why, Joe,” he said, “I guess that’s dumb.”