‘Can’t he take care of himself?’ growled Lem.
‘I don’t think so, Lem. He needs somebody to look after him.’
‘He ort to get a keeper, or a nurse.’
The two vehicles rolled away up the dusty road, leaving Hashknife and Rex together at the front porch. Sleepy had gone to the rear of the house to wash his hands.
‘So that’s the opinion she has of me, is it?’ queried Rex wearily. ‘Need some one to look after me.’
‘I don’t think she meant it exactly that way,’ smiled Hashknife.
‘Oh, I guess she’s right as far as that goes, Mr. Hartley; I guess I do need some one to look after me. I—I don’t know anything.’
‘Uh-huh?’ Hashknife considered Rex gravely. ‘Morgan, if it was rainin’ real hard right now, what would you do?’
‘Why—er—go in the house, I suppose.’
‘I reckon you’ve got as much sense as the rest of us, but yuh lack in experience.’