"Do?" the boy looked puzzled. "That one do?"

"Sure. What did they want to hang him for? He was too old and feeble to
do anything very terrible; besides he's blind."

"Oh," said the boy smiling again. "He done not anything. Too old, that
why. No work. All time eat. Better dead. That way think all my people.
All time that way."

Johnny looked at him in astonishment, then he said slowly:

"I guess I get you. In this commune, this tribe of yours, everyone does
the best he can for the gang. When he is too old to work, fish or hunt,
the best thing he can do is die, so you hang him. Am I right?"

"Sure a thing," replied the boy. "That's just it."

Johnny shot back:

"No enjoying a ripe old age in this commune business?"

"No. Oh, no."

"Then I'm off this commune stuff forever," exclaimed Johnny. "The old
order of things like we got back in the States is good enough for me.
And, I guess it's not so old after all. It's about the newest thing
there is. This commune business belongs back in the stone age when
primitive tribes were all the organizations there were."

He had addressed this speech to no one in particular. He now turned to