Uncle William covered the man, a little smile dawning in his eye. He
looked at the pieces affectionately. A chuckle sounded somewhere in the
room.

Andy looked up quickly. He glanced again at the board. Wrath froze his
gaze.

Uncle William leaned back, nodding at him with genial meaning. A little
conscious triumph flavored the nod.

Andy shoved back from the board. "Well, why don't you take it? Take it
if you're goin' to, and don't set there cackling!"

"Why, Andy!" Uncle William moved the man mildly.

Andy shoved the counter in place with scornful touch.

Uncle William moved again.

Andy got up, looking sternly for his hat.

"Can't you stay to dinner, Andy?"

"No."

"I was goin' to have a little meat."

"Can't stay."

"It's stormin' putty hard."