But Calumet's interest was cynical and it brought a sneer to his lips as he ceased laughing and sat loosely in the saddle regarding the puncher.
"I reckon you ain't got no objections to tellin' me what you're laughin' at ?" he said coldly.
"Mebbe you'd put me wise to the same thing," said the other.

"I'm settin' here, puttin' in a heap of my time tryin' to figger out who got the most of the six months' wages which I had with me when I struck town yesterday--an' not makin' a hell of a lot of progress--when you mosey up here an' begin to laugh your fool head off.

At nothin', so far's I can see.

Well, that's what I was laughin' at.

Ketch my drift ?" "Meanin' that I'm nothin', I reckon ?" "Meanin' that you was laughin' at it," said the puncher with a deprecatory smile.