"Then take it out and build a fire under it. I'll consent to eat here, but I won't turn cannibal, even to please you."
"I'm sorry." Stover did not interrupt his carving.
"Your diet ain't been right," explained Willie. "You ain't wild enough to suit us."
Speed searched one serious face, then another. Fresno was nodding approval, his countenance impassive.
"Is this a joke?"
"We ain't never joked with you yit, have we?"
"No. But—"
"This breakfast goes as she lays!"
Glass broke abruptly into smothered merriment. "When I laugh nowadays it's a funny joke," he giggled.
That grown men could be so stupid was unbelievable, and Wally, seeing himself the object of a senseless prank, was roused to anger.