"Where is your home?'
"In—Oregon."
"Are your parents living?"
"Yes."
"Have you any money?" A quick glance of suspicion was the only reply to this last question. We hastened to explain that we had no desire for his money, and our question was prompted only by a wish to help him.
"We have come to do what we can for you, and if you have no money, we can get some and use it for you, and see that you want for nothing."
"I guess—I'm not—down—to bed-rock—yet," was the muttered reply.
"Will you tell us your name?" we asked.
"Jerry—Lindley."
We needed no deep knowledge of the man to recognize that this was not his true name. We were not unprepared for it. Many of the old-timers had several, and it was not until we became intimate with them that we learned their true names.