“Smiler!” inquired Phil, “you see a little man to-day on a brown horse with a white eye?”
Smiler looked as serious as was possible for his permanently crooked face, then he nodded intelligently. He pointed to his leg and went a few steps limping.
“Yes, yes!” exclaimed Phil, “horse got a lame leg!”
Smiler nodded.
“Where did you see him?”
Smiler pointed in the direction of the hill.
“Up near my place?”
The boy nodded again.
“Where did he go?”
Smiler shook his head this time.