“Keep your kid still!” hisses Magpie. “Want the posse to find us?”
“Make your own shut up!” I snaps right back at him, and just then we walks right into a wall.
“Shack!” grunts Magpie.
“One wall, at least,” I agrees. “Let us foregather within and shun the rain.”
We sneaked around to the door, which is not locked, and went in. It’s so dark in there that we can’t see a thing, and I bumps into a bunk. I deposits my infant on the bunk and goes hunting for something to make a light.
“Matches all wet!” wailed Magpie. “Got any dry ones, Ike?”
“Two. But, before I find out if they’re dry, I’m going to find something to set on fire.”
Then I fell over a box and hit my head on the floor. That made me sore. I got up and kicked the box as hard as I could.
“Cut that out!” yelps Magpie. “Who hit me with that box? Who threw it?”
“Shut up!” I howls. “Nobody threw it— I kicked it! Reckon I tore a toe plumb off. Next time I——”