"See here, sonny, we're poor, hard-workin' carpenters out of a job. There's no need of havin' trouble with you; but we're that hungry as to make a fight seem pleasant alongside of suckin' our thumbs an' eatin' wind-puddin' all the time."
"What do you mean by all that?"
"Nothin' more'n to let you know how we're fixed."
"It doesn't concern me."
"There's where you're makin' a big mistake, sonny. You've got money an' we're broke, so it's nothin' more'n fair you should whack up."
"I'm no better off than you are, or I wouldn't be walking instead of riding on the cars."
"Then come out like a man an' show us what you have got."
"I'd be a fool to do that, for it's none of your business."
"Now you're makin' another mistake. We've been put here to find out sich things."
"There's no use of all this chinning, for I'm not a fool," Jet cried, angrily. "I shan't come out, nor will you have a chance to rob me."