"You little fool.

You little damn' cuss.

You ain't had that there coat and them pants on for six months, and yet you talk as if--" "Well, I wanta do some fighting anyway," interrupted the other.

"I didn't come here to walk.

I could 'ave walked to home--'round an' 'round the barn, if I jest wanted to walk." The tall one, red-faced, swallowed another sandwich as if taking poison in despair.
But gradually, as he chewed, his face became again quiet and contented.
He could not rage in fierce argument in the presence of such sandwiches.