(Butch’s interruption causes a constrained silence. Elly goes away toward the bunks thoughtfully. Betty, uneasy, looks at Lloyd. Then Butch rises, crosses the room, takes the poker and stirs the fire. He goes back to the little table and sits down. Lloyd rises, makes a step toward Elly.)
Mebbe we better go now—
Butch (loudly)
Set down! (He begins eating his breakfast.)
Elly (quickly)
He ain’t had his breakfast. Don’t mind him.
Lloyd
We better go.
Elly
He don’t mean nuthin’.