They regarded the face for a few minutes.
"Got any terbaccer, Jim?"
"Red" lit up his pipe.
"Guess we'll tote 'im back--down that way, huh?"
The dank and dripping bundle was carried and dragged through the
scratching underbrush. When they reached the road at last, they rested
it on a scaly-bark's littered knees.
Jim rubbed the sweat off from his forehead with his soaked sleeves.
"Hell, he's heavy, ain't he? This'll do.... You see Huggins; he'll send
a wagon." His hands pushed throughout his trousers pockets. "Did you
gimme them matches back?"