"Shore."
"Warn't ole Cap Lutts my dad?" he demanded.
"Shore."
"Then who air leader by rights—who air th' head o' th' people—who air Cap'in heah in Moon?"
"Who air th' head o' th' people—who air Cap'in heah in Moon?"
While Johnse was gathering response with slow deliberation, the boy held his ground with unswerving eyes, the while tapping his own little thin chest with his finger tips, and with an emphasis that boded no denial.