“I ain’t got no folks!” was the reply.
“Where do you live?”
The boy pointed down toward the little settlement in the valley.
“Do your parents live there, too?” asked Carl.
“I done told you I ain’t got no folks!” insisted the youngster.
“Well, where do you sleep and get your eatings, then?” demanded Carl.
“Sleep in barns!” was the reply. “And don’t get many eatings. That’s what makes me so little and thin!”
“Do they sell gasoline down there?” asked Carl.
“Yessir!” was the short reply.
“Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” Carl proposed. “If you’ll go back to the store where they sell it, and get the boss to bring us a sixty gallon barrel, I’ll give you a dollar.”