"Have some?" he asked, pointing the opening at Bob, who was settling into repose with his hat over his face.
"No, I thank you. I must be going home in a few minutes. How are you getting on? Bought any more stock lately?"
Bob lay on his back with one long leg balanced on the other knee like a see-saw on a saw-horse. The rowel of his spur rattled as he jerked his foot up and down at the ankle.
"No." Pink had his mouth full.
"How many head have you got now?"
"Oh, jus' a mule 'n a couple o' cows."
"Sold your horse?"
"'M. Here Bud, take some o' this. Ah jus' natchelly hate to have you-all die o' starvation."
"No, she's comin'. Ah see her now." And Bud ran to meet his wife and to relieve her of the baby.
"Hungry, ain' he?" sneered Pink, as he watched his partner's alacrity, while Bob struggled to his feet to greet Melissa.