Bud dropped his pick and started on a run to meet him.
"What's wrong?
Is the kid-- ?" "Kid's all right" Cash stopped abruptly, blocking Bud's way.

"It's something else.

Bud, his mother's come after him.

She's out there now--laid out in a faint." "Lemme go." Bud's voice had a grimness in it that spelled trouble for the lady laid out in a faint "She can be his mother a thousand times--" "Yeah.

Hold on a minute, Bud.