He knew that Cash was not fit for the task, however, and he hurried the coffee to the boiling point that he might the sooner send Cash back to bed.

He gulped down a cup of coffee scalding hot, ate a few mouthfuls of bacon and bread, and brought a cup back to Cash.
"What d'yuh think about him ?" he whispered, setting the coffee down on a box so that he could take Lovin Child.

"Pretty sick kid, don't yuh think ?" "It's the same cold I got," Cash breathed huskily.

"Swallows like it's his throat, mostly.

What you doing for him ?" "Bacon grease and turpentine," Bud answered him despondently.