“Then I cal’late this is where I belong,” he said.
“You—what?” asked Sandy.
“I cal’late—”
“He’s a lightning calculator,” explained Spud helpfully. “I saw one once at a circus.”
Sandy’s eyes rested frowningly on the bag.
“I don’t think,” he said, “that we want to buy anything today.”
“What have you got?” asked Hoop.
“Huh?”
“Don’t say ‘huh’; say ‘What, sir?’” directed Sandy severely.
“What, sir?”