Johnny did as he was bid and found himself staring at Charlie Paul. The Indian’s eyes bulged. “You him, Johnny?” he cried.
“Charlie Paul! You damn near scairt me to death.”
“You no dead?” the Indian asked.
“Not yet, Charlie. What happened?”
It took the Indian some time to satisfy the boy’s curiosity.
“Gallup and Kent go ’way, eh?” Johnny questioned. “You sure?”
“Sure. Take horses, too. I watch; I see. All gone now.”
Johnny pondered for some minutes over the Indian’s information.
“Charlie Paul,” he said at last. “I tell you somethin’. You try understand him, Charlie. Savvy?”
Charlie grunted his assent.