“We never told nobody—but you,” whispered Larry.
“Thank yuh, son.”
“I dunno what to do,” said Larry miserably. “Minnie’s gone now.”
“You ain’t afraid of me, are yuh?” asked Len.
“No, I ain’t afraid of yuh.”
“Then won’t yuh try livin’ on the ranch? Yuh won’t have to have anythin’ to do with me—just live there.”
“I guess it would be all right—if I had a job.”
“Can yuh cut wood, Larry?”
“Yeah, I can cut wood—fine.”
“We need a wood-cutter pretty bad. Whisperin’ makes a lot of biscuits and pies and cookies, and he needs wood.”
“Minnie wasn’t much good on pies and cookies.”
“C’mon, boy; we’ll get yore clothes later.”
Larry closed the front door softly and walked out with Len, who untied his horse and they went down toward the main street; a man whose greenish-gray eyes registered a m
