"Who's with you, kid?" he demanded.
Keith began to sniffle. "Nobody."
"Whadya doin' here?"
"I want my daddy."
"Who is yore daddy? What's yore name?"
"Keith Crawford."
Shorty bit off an oath of surprise. "Howcome you here?"
"A man brought me."
The rustler brushed the cobwebs of sleep from his eyes and brain. He had come up here to sleep undisturbed through the day and far into the night. Before he had had two hours of rest this boy had dragged him back from slumber. He was prepared to be annoyed, but he wanted to make sure of the facts first.
As far as he understood them, the boy told the story of the night's adventures. Shorty's face grew grim. He appreciated the meaning back of them far better than the little fellow. Keith's answers to his questions told him that the men figuring in the episode must be Doble and Otero. Though the child was a little mixed as to the direction from which Otero had brought him, the man was pretty sure of the valley where Doble was lying hid.