“Leach asked her, eh?”
“Yeah.”
“Before you knew about the dance, Harp?”
“Yeah. It must ’a’ been before Miss Miller went to school.”
“Uh-huh.”
Brick rolled a cigaret thoughtfully, but did not light it. Then he removed his clothes, placed the cigaret on a chair beside the cot and got into bed.
“Well,” Harp yawned and rolled into his blankets, “you’ve lost yore sense of humor, Brick—or didn’t yuh hear what I told yuh?”
“I heard it all right, Harp, and I thank yuh.”
“Yuh thank”
Harp raised up and squinted at Brick, but there was nothing to see, except the mop of tousled red hair against the pillow. Harp snuggled back down into his blankets and grinned to himself. He knew that Brick’s mind was pretty busy, when he failed to see a joke.