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Show ^55. CHAPTER III One Saturday night early in November when the nights were getting very coldjthe rest of them *»d been back and asleep for hours when Tiny and_ Olaf came reeling and roaring home just as the sun was coming up." The weak sun was shining directly on a row of tomatoes that Bill had put to ripen along the window ledge, and Tiny, mean drunk, started throwing them at Sunny. Now Sunny got his name from his good nature', but this was a rude way to be awakened. "Hey; you big ox-cut it out*" he shouted'. Tiny kept them coming, and one quite ripe one smashed Sunny in the face1? Sunny reached down and grabbed his shoe and threw it hitting Tiny such a blow between the eyes that he nearly went down.1 It would have been a real fight if Lunch Mouth hadn't grabbed Tiny,and Dad stepped in front of Sunny saying, "That's enough son-go on back to sleep." The next day Tiny had a swollen black eye. When they all sat down together for Sunday dinner, which Bill always had ready early in the afternoon so the miners could use the stove to heat water and bathe and wash their clothes, Tiny had not spoken to any of them. Bill put a big kettle of |