“No, sir. What—what state are we in?”
“Pennsylvania. What state might you be looking for, son?”
“New York. Is it very far?”
“Second state on the right,” laughed the man. “What part of it are you aiming for?”
“New York City, I reckon. How far would that be?”
“About a hundred and fifty miles.”
Wayne sighed. “I thought we were nearer than that. Thank you, sir.”
“Say, hold on! Where’d you come from, anyway?”
Wayne pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “Back there a ways,” he answered vaguely.