"Braggin' goes," he said shortly.
"If you'd said you was a barber, now, no one would expect you to fit any sills together.

But when you say you've done carpenter work that makes it different.

You ought to _sabe_ sills." Dade laid his square and scratch awl down on the piece of timber and deliberately seated himself on the saw-horse beside it.

He looked defiantly at Calumet.

A change had come over him from the day before--the slight deference in his manner had become succeeded by something unyielding and hard.
"Let's get on an understandin'," he said.