Abell, with no thought apart from his instrument, began another song. Fingy behind his hand, with absurd obviousness, whispered to Jessie: "Fuzzy-Wuz, you're a damn good-lookin' girl."
"Cut it out," said Jessie indifferently. "I'm not interested."
It did not penetrate.
From across the room came Bill's voice. The big man was still keeping a hold on himself. "If you got anything to say, Fingy, speak out."
Fingy looked at him with a surprised, black scowl. Then he looked at Jessie. It took him some moments to figure the situation out. Meanwhile Abell went on with his song.
Once more Fingy put up his hand. "Come on out in the yard," he whispered. "You can hear just as good out there."
"I told you to cut it out," said Jessie, giving him her full glance. "You may as well get it through you
