Sykes
Say, back there in Starbuck. How'd my boy do?
Pike
Your boy? Crazy Lee?
Sykes
Yeah, C.L., Clarence Lee, my daughter's boy. Not too bright, but a good boy.
Pike
Why didn't you tell me he was your grandson?
Sykes
Well, you had enough things on your mind; besides he had to pull his own weight just like the rest of us. I just wanted to make sure he didn't let you down: run when things got hot. Huh? Huh?
Pike
No, he did fine... just fine.
