"Hello, kid!" called Molly.
The boy completed his leisurely inspection. Then, "Hello," he answered, with reserve.
"Won't you come over and see me?"
He weighed the point and drew nearer.
"Who are you?" he asked bluntly.
"My name's Molly; what's yours?"
"Dennis Moroney. They call me the Kid. What-chew doin' here?"
"I'm going to live here."
"Oh," said he, and looked her all over again. "This rifle's a flobert," he observed.
"Is it? Let's see. What do you shoot with it? Is there much game up here?"