‘I was just wonderin’ why Joe Cave didn’t bring yuh any breakfast,’ said Hashknife.
‘I dunno. Usually brings it about eight o’clock. He was kinda snappy last night when he brought our supper. Somebody rubbed him the wrong way yesterday.’
‘Yeah?’
‘I think so. We didn’t hear much of it, because the door was almost shut, but there was some kind of an argument.’
‘Who was he arguin’ with?’ asked Hashknife.
‘We dunno, but we heard Joe say, “Well, don’t blame me. That was yore fault,” and after a few moments he said, “By God, that was the agreement, and you better stick to it.”[’]
‘Then there was quite a while that we can’t hear anythin’, except a word once in a while, but before they quit talkin’, we heard Joe say, “That’s the way I’m goin’ to work it, and you better stick to yore word.”[’]
‘Afterwards, when Joe brought in our supper, he was mad about somethin’, and wouldn’t talk to us.’
‘Was he arguin’ with Lem?’ asked Hashknife.
‘I dunno who the other person was.’