“Did you play Injun then?”
“Of course. All boys do.”
“I’m glad.”
“So am I; it’s helpful just now.”
“Yes; but I didn’t mean that.”
“What then?”
“Because if you played Injun you must have been a regular boy, and regular boys have such a lot of jolly fun, Mr. Pitt?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you ever feel like playing Injun now? No? Too old and dignified? Never play Injun any more?”
I laughed negatively as I swung the bow toward the rock.