“I have nothing to complain of,” said No Man. “And how is it with you?”
“I do not get the attention to which I am entitled,” said Moon Face. “But I am able to exist.”
Now he squirmed and fell to scratching himself between the shoulder blades.
“Maybe I can help you,” said No Man.
“It is nothing,” said Moon Face. But he only squirmed and scratched the harder.
No Man approached, bent over the old man, and began to search thro’ the snarled mat of hair that covered his back. Presently he crushed something between his thumb and forefinger and threw it away.
“That is a great relief,” said Moon Face, “I have been after that fellow all the morning. And now we can talk at our ease. Have you heard what has at last happened in Strong Hand’s cave?”
“No,” said No Man, betraying no interest, “I have not heard of him or seen him in a long time.”