"I'll be glad to."
"How about you, Jack?"
"Look here, Al, if you try anything—"
"I've give my word that I'll raise no hand to either of you."
"See that you keep your word."
"Leave that to me. Will you eat with us?"
Callahan answered reluctantly, "I'll stay."
"Then Ted and me'll be rustlin' a bite."
Silent, but seething inwardly, Al joined Ted in the kitchen. Knowing something was amiss, but not what he could do about it, Tammie lay down woefully on his bearskin rug. Wanting to speak, but not knowing what to say, Ted looked dully at his father's face. It was unreadable.
Finally Al said, "We'll all feel better when we've had a bite to eat, and I for one am hungry."