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Bud Moore woke on a certain ainst the world as he had found it; a grouch quite different

from the sullen imp of contrariness that had possessed hirouch, and he did not care He

did knoever, that he objected to the look of Cash's overshoes that

stood pigeon-toed beside Cash's bed on the opposite side of the room,

where Bud had not set his foot for three weeks and more He disliked the

audible yahich Cash manifested his return from the deathlike

unconsciousness of sleep He disliked the look of Cash's rough coat and

sweater and cap, that hung on a nail over Cash's bunk He disliked the

thought of getting up in the cold--and et up, and that speedily, Cash would be dressed ahead of

hi a fire in the cookstove Which meant that Cash would

be the first to cook and eat his breakfast, and that the warped ethics

of their dumb quarrel would demand that Bud pretend to be asleep until

Cash had fried his bacon and his hotcakes and had carried them to his

end of the oilcloth-covered table

When, by certain well-known sounds, Bud was sure that Cash was eating,

he could, without loss of dignity or without suspicion of et up and dress and cook his own