"What do you mean?"
"Six days more, this week, me quit this goddam job."
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, ---- me lose thirteen pound this job, what the hell!"
"What job will you get now?"
"I don't know, I don't know; any damn job better than this," he said
very bitterly.
Having adopted the quitting idea, these six days were too much to
endure. A little later, Jock was ready to make front-wall. He saw Shorty
and said, "Get me that hook and spoon."
Shorty stood and looked at Jock, with the utmost malignity in his face,
and said finally, "Get your goddam hook and spoon yourself."