himself not to lash out at the boy.
It was all so real that Arthur Stuart get a look of genuine fear in his eyes, and he really did cower under the threatened blow.
But Alvin got control of himself and the blow didn't fall.
"You did a pretty good job of looking scared," said Alvin, laughing nervously.
"I wasn't acting," said Arthur Stuart softly. "Were you?"
"Am I that good at it you have to ask?"
"No. You're a pretty bad liar, most times. You was mad."
"Yep, I was. But not at you, Arthur Stuart."
"At who, then?"
"Tell you the truth, I don't know. Didn't even know I was mad, till I started trying to mime it."
At that moment, a large hand took a hold of Alvin's shoulder-not a harsh grip, but a strong one all the same. Not many men had hands so big they could hold a blacksmith's shoulder afore and behind.
"Abe," said Alvin.
"I was just wonderin' what I just saw here," said Abe. "I look over at my two friends pretendin' to be master and slave, and what do I see?"
"Oh, he beats me all the time," said Arthur Stuart, "when no one's looking."
"I reckon I might have to start," said Alvin, "just so's you won't be such a liar."
"So it was playacting?" asked Abe.
It shamed Alvin to have this good man even wonder, specially after spending a week together going down the Mizzippy. And maybe some of that pent-up anger was still close to the surface, because he found himself answering right sharp. "Not only was it playacting," said Alvin, "but it was also our business."
"And none of mine?" said Abe. "Reckon so. None of my business when one of my friends reaches out to strike another. Guess a good man's gotta just stand by and watch."
"Didn't hit him," said Alvin. "Wasn't going to."
"But now you want to hit me," said Abe.
"No," said Alvin. "Now I want to go find me a cheap inn and put up my poke afore we find something to eat. I hear Barcy's a good town for eatin', as long as you don't mind having fish that looks like bugs."
"Was that an invitation to a meal?" said Abe. "Or an invitation to go away and let you get about your business?"
"Mostly it was an invitation to change the subject," said Alvin. "Though I'd be glad to have you and Coz dine with us at whatever fine establishment we locate."
"Oh, Coz won't be joinin' us. Coz just found the love of his life, a-waitin' for him right on the pier."
"You mean that trashy lady he was a-talkin' to?" asked Arthur Stuart.
"I suggested to him that he might hold out for a cleaner grade of whore," said Abe, "but he denied that she was one, and she agreed that she had plain fallen in love with him the moment she saw him. So I rigger I'll see Coz sometime tomorrow morning, drunk and robbed."
"Glad to know he's got you to look out for him, Abe," said Alvin.
"But I did," said Abe. He held up a wallet. "I picked his pocket first, so he's got no more than three dollars left on him for her to rob."
Alvin and Arthur both laughed at that.
"Is that your knack?" asked Arthur Stuart. "Pickin' pockets?"
"No sir," said Lincoln. "It don't take no knack to rob Coz. He wouldn't notice if you picked his nose. Not if there was a girl making big-eyes at him."
"But the girl would notice," said Alvin.
"Mebbe, but she didn't say nothing."
"And since she was planning on getting what was in that wallet herself," said Alvin, "seeing as how you two already sold your whole cargo and she no doubt saw you get the money and divvy it up, don't you think she would have said something?"
"So I reckon she didn't see me."
"Or she did but didn't care."
Abe thought about that for a second. "I reckon what you're saying is I oughta look inside this-here wallet."
"You could do that," said Alvin.
Abe opened it up. "I'm jiggered," he said. Of course it was empty.
"You're jug-eared, too," said Alvin, "but your real friends would never point that out."
"So she already got him."
"Oh, I don't suppose she ever laid a hand on him," said Alvin. "But a girl like that, she probably doesn't work alone. She makes big-eyes..."
"And her partner goes for the pockets," said Arthur Stuart.
"You sound experienced," said Abe.
"We watch for it," said Arthur Stuart. "We both kind of like to catch 'em at it, iffen we can."
"So why didn't you catch