“I ain’t leavin’ you behind. I tell you, we need sleep. We may be headin’ back for Standing Rock tonight. You turn in.”
Leaving the hotel, Johnny went down the street to Dan Secor’s shop. Old Dan ran a second-hand store and pawnshop in addition to his business of gunsmithing. He was going home for dinner when Johnny hailed him.
“Hey, Dan,” the boy called, “I want to see you a minute before you go. Open up for a second.”
“That’s you boys,” the old fellow growled. “Sit here all mornin’ long ’thout nary a customer, and soon as I gits locked up you flock in. What you want?”
“Dan, I want you to take a look at this gun. D’you ever see it before?”
Dan had to put his specs in position before he could answer.
“Sure; put that firin’ pin in myself. That’s an old Ross pistol.”
Johnny was all smiles.
This was the first bit of luck to come his way this day.
“I reckoned you’d fixed it up.”