"When?" interrupted Dave calmly, but those who knew him might have guessed his voice was a little too gentle.
"I says, 'You're some little kidder,' and—"
"When?"
The man who danced like an angel turned halfway round, and looked at the cowboy over his shoulder. He was irritated.
"When what?" he snapped.
"When you goin' to onload my stock?"
"In the morning."
"No, sir. You'll have it done right now. That stock has been more'n two days without water."
"I'm not responsible for that."
"No, but you'll be responsible if the train ain't onloaded now," said
Dave.