"Honor bright?"
"Yes, honor bright. Do you live here?"
"Yes," answered the youth soberly.
"Is this man—Colonel Johnson—any relation of yours?"
"No."
"Where are your folks?"
"Haven't got any. Never had any as I know of."
"Have you always lived here?"
"Always lived with him," answered the boy, jerking his thumb in an upward direction. "Sometimes here, sometimes in New York."
"Do you like to be with—him?"