Calumet was in no good humor.

He felt like baiting Dade.
"What you clawin' your head that way for ?" he suddenly demanded as Dade continued to puzzle over his problem.
Dade grinned.

"I'm goin' to halve these sills together.

But I'm wantin' to make sure that the halves will be made reverse, so's they'll fit.

An' I don't seem to be able to fix it clear in my mind." "You was braggin' some on bein' a carpenter." "I reckon I wasn't doin' no braggin'," denied Dade, reddening a little.
Calumet fixed a hostile eye on him.