Bud replied with a rambling monologue that implied a perfect understanding of Lovin Child's talk--and incidentally doled out information for Cash's benefit.
Cash cocked an eye at the two as he went by, threw the wood down on his side of the hearth, and began to replenish the fire.

If he heard, he gave no sign of understanding or interest.
"I'll bet that old squaw musta half starved yah," Bud addressed the baby while he spooned gravy out of a white enamel bowl on to the second slice of bread.

"You're putting away grub like a nigger at a barbecue.

I'll tell the world I don't know what woulda happened if I hadn't run across yuh and made her hand yuh over." "Ja--ja--ja--jah!" said Lovin Child, nodding his head and regarding Bud with the twinkle in his eyes.
"And that's where you're dead right, Boy.

I sure do wish you'd tell me your name; but I reckon that's too much to ask of a little geezer like you.Here.Help yourself, kid--you ain't in no Injun camp now.