“Some bandit,” Westy said. “Who is it, do you know?”
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
I said, “Search me. That’s a funny looking outfit he’s got on. Shall we wake him up?”
Westy said, “Sure.”
So we began shaking him and pretty soon he opened his eyes and began gaping and staring. I guess the kid must have thought he was dreaming because he curled up again. Then when I spoke he gave another yawn and sat up and began rubbing his eyes and staring at us. His hair was all mussed up and he reached for his hat, kind of half awake. Then I saw that his hat and his suit were both made out of the same kind of stuff, muslin sort of. I saw his shoes were awful thick, too. His suit was all wrinkled and it didn’t fit him very well and he looked awful funny.
He was good and scared when he found he was really awake and that there was somebody there. All of a sudden he stood up and he looked as if he was going to make a break for the door. Then I saw that his trousers came almost down to his ankles.
I said, “You needn’t be scared; we’re not going to hurt you.”
He said, “I wouldn’ leave yer take me back.”
I said, “Take you back where?”