He wanted to get back at the old hound somehow--without giving in an inch in the mute deadlock.

Furthermore, he was hungry, and he did not propose to lie there and starve while old Cash pottered around the stove.

He'd tell the world he was going to have his own breakfast first, and if Cash didn't want to set in on the cooking, Cash could lie in bed till he was paralyzed, and be darned.
At that moment Cash pushed back the blankets that had been banked to his ears.

Simultaneously, Bud swung his feet to the cold floor with a thump designed solely to inform Cash that Bud was getting up.

Cash turned over with his back to the room and pulled up the blankets.