“Think yo’re funny, don’tcha?” he asked Whisperin’. “I’ll betcha I can cut more wood in a day than you can. Betcha forty dollars, I can.”
“What’ll yuh use for money, you spittin’ old badger?”
“Oh, I’ve got the money.”
“You have not. Sailor, me and Len has decided that the best thing for me and you to do is to stay right here.”
“You and Len has, eh? I ain’t got a thing to say about it, eh? Well, I’m not stayin’. No danged female can tell me what to do.”
“Where’d yuh go, you old ram?” asked Whisperin’.
“Well, I’d find a job, I’m three years younger than you are, Whisperin’, I—I can get a job.”
“What doin’?”
“Punchin’ cows.”
“Yeah, you could! Can’t even fork a gentle horse.”