"Do they cost much, a gun like this?"
"Not much, boy. Why?"
The younger answered for him, smiling at the shrewdness of his guess.
"I know. He's goin' to hunt for father when he's big."
There was no answering smile upon his brother's face, the gravity of manhood sat strangely upon it as he answered without boastfulness or bitterness but rather in the tone of one who speaks of a duty:
"I'm goin' to find him, m'sieu, and when I do I'll get him sure!"
Dick Kincaid regarded him for a moment from the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat.
"If you do, boy, and I find it out, I don't know as I'll give you away."