Chapter 18
THEY HAVE THEIR TROUBLESTo begin with, Lovin Child got hold of Cash's tobacco can and
was feeding it by small handfuls to the flames, when Bud caught
him. He yelled when Bud took it away, and bumped his head on the
floor and yelled again, and spatted his hands together and yelled,
and threw himself on his back and kicked and yelled; while Bud
towered over him and yelled expostulations and reprimands and
cajolery that did not cajole.
Cash turned over with a groan, his two palms pressed against his
splitting head, and hoarsely commanded the two to shut up that
infernal noise. He was a sick man. He was a very sick man, and he
had stood the limit.
"Shut up?" Bud shouted above the din of Lovin Child. "Ain't I
trying to shut him up, for gosh sake? What d'yuh want me to do
