"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 ready 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."
James Fox looked approval of this answer.
"I am glad you came with him. You seem like a nice boy, Ernest."