‘Don’t let ’em fool yuh, kid,’ sneered the young man.
‘Hang onto yourself,’ advised Noah coldly. ‘You’re too drunk to sabe what you’re sayin’. We’re not interested in yore troubles with Peter Morgan, unless it comes down to reg’lar trouble.’
‘And then what chance has a nester?’
‘Depends on what the nester has done,’ said Lem.
‘If he protected his own?’ suggested the boy.
‘Lotsa ways of lookin’ at it,’ sighed Lem. He was more interested in talking with Nan than arguing with her drunken brother.
‘There’s just one way you’d look at it,’ said the boy. He spat dryly and had to move quickly to keep his balance.
‘You better wash yore face and go to bed,’ advised Lem.
‘A-a-aw right.’
He hitched up his belt and went up the steps past Nan, but stopped at the doorway and looked back.