Turkey, scowling said nothing for a moment.
"I remember the day you came to the ranch after father died," he said at last irrelevantly.
"Um," Mr. Braden returned. "I felt very deeply for you in your bereavement. You were quite a small boy then. I—er—patted you on the head."
"I didn't know you then," said Turkey, "but do you know what I thought?"
"No," smiled Mr. Braden. "I suppose you stood somewhat in awe of me, my boy."
"I thought you were a fat, old crook," Turkey announced.
"Hey!" Mr. Braden ejaculated.
"Of course, I know you better now," Turkey added.
"Yes, yes, just so," said Mr. Braden with comprehension. "Childish impressions. Most amusing. Ha-ha! Huh!"
Turkey looked him in the eye.