“Do yuh remember the stage, Whizzer?” asked Brick. “Remember what happened the day you rode with your daddy?”
“I fell off.” Whizzer’s eyes were round and excited.
“Yuh did?”
“Yeah!” He looked around. “I fell off on the road. Where did my daddy go?”
“And then somebody picked yuh up,” prompted Brick, ignoring the question. “Who picked yuh up, Whizzer?”
“I hurt my head. Somebody shoot a gun.”
“Didja see anybody before yuh fell off the wagon?”
Whizzer shook his head.
“I hear the gun shoot and then I fall off. Where’s my daddy?”
“Whizzer, old-timer,” said Brick earnestly, “you’ve got to remember some things for me. After yuh fell off the stage you hurt yore head. When you woke up, who did yuh see?”