“You can’t tell. One of their aviators is liable to come over here any time.”
“Tyah tyah tyah tyah, you talk like you come from where they have possums for yard dogs, Lepeah,” Pugh sneered. “Hicksy, let’s you and me go out salvagin’. There’s a lot of salmon and stuff in some of them boys’ packs that’ll never want it no more.”
“You mean some of the fellows that have been killed?” Hicks asked. “I don’t like to do that. It seems too ghoulish.”
“I don’t cah what it seems like. I’m hawngry. Le’s go.”
“Maybe Bedford’ll stop us.”
“Naw, he won’t. He’s too damned scared to git out of his hole.”
They climbed out of the ravine and started back through the woods.
“Hicksy! Be damned! Lookit that!”
“Where, where? What is it?”