“He died,” said Tom simply. “It was after we got put out of Barrel Alley and after I got to be a scout. Mr. Ellsworth said maybe it was better—sort of——”
Pete nodded.
“An’ yer bruther?”
“Oh, he went away long before that—even before my mother died. He went to work on a ranch out West somewhere—Arizona, I think.”
“’N’ ye niver heard anny more uv him?”
“No—I wrote him a letter when my mother died, but I never got any answer. Maybe I sent it to the wrong place. Did you ever hear of a place called O’Brien’s Junction out there?”
“It’s a good name, I’ll say that,” said Pete.
“Everybody used to say he’d make money some day. Maybe he’s rich now, hey?”
“I remimber all uv yez when yez used fer ter worrk fer Schmitt, here,” said Pete.
“It reminded me of that when I came along.”