“No, nor nothin’ else. Julius here is afraid of bears.”
“You won’t find any bears where I live,” said the farmer, smiling. “How would you like to go home with me?”
“I’d like it. You’ll have to speak to Mr. O’Connor.”
“He is the man who brought you to the West?”
“Yes. He stands there.”
Mr. O’Connor was the center of a group of farmers and others, who were making inquiries about particular boys.
“Mr. O’Connor,” said the farmer just introduced, “I want to ask you about a boy who calls himself Corny Donovan.”
“He is a smart boy; there is no smarter in our company.”
“Can you recommend him?”