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The next day Bud had been ashamed of the performance, but his shame

could not override his stubbornness The black line stared up at hi scrupulously upon his own side of it, went

coldly about his own affairs and never yielded so rew more moody and dissatisfied with himself, but he would

not yield, either Perversely he waited for Cash to apologize for what

he had said about gamblers and drunkards, and tried to believe that upon

Cash rested all of the blame

Noashed his own breakfast dishes, including the frying pan, spread

the blankets smooth on his bunk, swept as much of the floor as lay upon

his side of the dead line Because the as in the stor clouds pro armfuls

of wood and placed them upon his corner of the fireplace, to provide

warmth when he returned Cash would not touch that hile Bud was

gone, and Bud knew it Cash would freeze first But there was srown from the

quarrel; a rivalry to see which kept the best supply of wood, which

swept cleanest under his bunk and up to the black line, which washed his

dishes cleanest, and kept his shelf in the cupboard the tidiest Before

the fireplace in an evening Cash would put on wood, and when next it

was needed, Bud would get up and put on wood Neither would stoop to

stinting or to shirking, neither would give the other an inch of ground