"Mebby he didn't," said Pete indifferently.
"Because he couldn't trust anybody. Ever eat ice-cream?"
"Who—me?"
The sheriff smiled and nodded.
"Nope. Ma Bailey made some onct, but—"
"Let's go out and get some. It's cooling and refreshing and it's—ice-cream. Got a hat?"
"Up in my room."
"Go get it. I'll wait."
"You mean?"—and Pete hesitated.
"I don't mean anything. Heard you was going for a walk this afternoon. Thought I'd come along. Want to get acquainted. Lonesome. Nobody to talk to. Get your hat."