“Why, how are you, pardner?” he said. Johnny ignored the hand. “Say, what's your grouch?” inquired Mr. Bunny in a tone of affected astonishment. Johnny gave him a look of scorn. “Oh, that,—well, see here, Mr. Severance, I ain't no plaster saint, but say, I'm on the level. Yes, sir,—I didn't interfere none between you and your girl——”
“Who said you did?” demanded Johnny, angry with himself for allowing such a thought to gain a place in Mr. Bunny's mind.
“Then why don't you shake hands?”
“I'm willing enough to shake hands,” responded Johnny sourly.
“You didn't look like you was,” said Bunny. There was a moment's silence. Mr. Bunny's original idea had been that Johnny had followed him with sinister intent; since this was evidently not the case, what was he doing here? While he was debating this point, a somewhat similar problem was occupying Johnny. He had supposed Bunny still at Sunset. “It's mighty agreeable to meet old friends, ain't it, Mr. Severance? You going on to Alvarado?”
Johnny signified that this was not unlikely.
“Say, when did you leave Sunset, pardner?” continued Bunny.
“Yesterday,” said Johnny briefly.
“Say, if we'd knowed what was in each other's minds we might have come away together,” observed Bunny.
“You going on to Alvarado?” inquired Johnny.