"He can't agitate me over anybody's troubles but my own.

Happy, I'll help Bud stretch wire this afternoon if you'll tamp the rest uh them posts." "Aw, you stick to your own job! How was it when I wanted you to help pull the old wire off that hill fence and git it ready to string down here?
You wasn't crazy about workin' with bob wire then, I noticed.

You said--" "What I said wasn't a commencement to what I'll say again," Pink began truculently, and so the subject turned effectually from Andy Green.
Weary smoked meditatively while they wrangled, and when the group broke up for the afternoon's work he went unobtrusively in search of Andy.
He was not quite easy in his mind concerning the alleged joke.

He had looked full at the possibilities of the situation--granting Andy had told the truth, as he sometimes did--and the possibilities had not pleased him.

He found Andy morosely replacing some broken strands in his cinch, and he went straight at the mooted question.
Andy looked up from his work and scowled.