‘I must have had a father.’
‘Chances are, yuh did.’
‘Oh, I must have, you know.’
Weed shifted his cigar and looked intently at the sad-eyed young man.
‘Are you tryin’ to be funny, or are yuh just plain ignorant?’
Rex shook his head. ‘No, I’m not trying to be funny.’
‘I didn’t think yuh was,’ dryly. ‘But what’s your plans?’
‘I guess I haven’t any.’
‘Talkin’ cold-turkey, have you any money to live on?’
‘None. I haven’t a cent.’