Philip smiled.
“It is about all the property I have,” he said; “so it won’t do for me to get tired of it.”
“You’re richer than I am, then,” said Henry.
“Are you poor, then?” asked Philip, in a tone of sympathy.
“I haven’t got a cent in my pocket, and I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast.”
“Then I’m glad I met you,” said Philip warmly. “I will see that you have a good supper. How long is it since you left New York?”
“About a week.”
“What made you leave it?”
Henry Taylor hesitated, and finally answered, in a confused tone:
“I’ve run away from home. I wanted to go out West to kill Indians.”