“I suppose not. Where have you been since Thompson died?”
“I lived with a farmer named Joel Carrow.”
“What are you doing now?”
“Answering questions,” returned the youth, with a faint smile.
“I want none of your jokes,” growled Barker. “Do you work for a living?”
“I expect to, just as soon as I can get a job.”
“Are you on the road?”
“I’m walking to Stampton, if that’s what you mean.”
“Humph!”
“How did you fall in with Landes?” put in James Casco.