“Yo’re a hell of a lookin’ thing,” he declared.
“Thasall right,” mumbled Joe. “Thanks, Honey.”
Joe slumped back in a rocking-chair and closed his eyes, while Honey put away the basin and towel.
“I’m wonderin’ what the other feller looks like,” said Honey, as he manufactured a cigarette.
“Jim Wheeler,” said Joe.
“The devil! Did Jim Wheeler hit yuh, Joe?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’ll be bust! Jim Wheeler! What did he say, Joe?”
“Nothin’. Wasn’t anythin’ to be said.”
“Uh-huh. Makes it kinda hard for yuh, cowboy. Anyway, yuh had to meet him sooner or later. Ain’tcha goin’ out to see Peggy?”