“Just six,” answered Roy.
“That’s all right then.” The newcomer set his bag down and placed his skates on top of it. Then he threw his fur cap and gloves on to the nearest bed and started to get out of his sweater.
But Chub, who had said no word so far, but upon whose countenance a beatific grin had been growing and spreading with each instant, broke the silence explosively.
[“‘Where do I live, do you suppose?’ he asked”]
“Where’d you come from?” he shouted.
“Across the river,” answered the other.
“From Hammond?”