Pa said angrily, “You done some jackassin’. You ain’t gonna shut up now. My han’bill says they need men. You laugh an’ say they don’t. Now, which one’s a liar?”
The ragged man looked down into Pa’s angry eyes. He looked sorry. “Han’bill’s right,” he said. “They need men.”
“Then why the hell you stirrin’ us up laughin’?”
“’Cause you don’t know what kind a men they need.”
“What you talkin’ about?”
The ragged man reached a decision. “Look”, he said. “How many men they say they want on your han’bill?”
“Eight hunderd, an’ that’s in one little place.”
“Orange color han’bill?”
“Why—yes.”
“Give the name a the fella—says so and so, labor contractor?”