“Who is that boy, papa?” he asked.
“I have brought him here to stay with you. Shall you like to have his company?”
“Yes, papa. You know it is very lonely while you are away. What is his name?”
The outlaw looked at Ernest significantly. He took the hint and answered: “My name is Ernest Ray.”
“How old are you, Ernest?” went on the boy.
“Sixteen.”
“I am only ten.”
“Are you going to get up, Frank?” asked his father.
“Yes,” answered the young boy briskly. “I got sleepy because I was alone. Where did papa find you, Ernest?”
“Oh, I met him outside and he took me to ride.”