kind o' bright, wavy-like hair. He never said nothin' about his folks.
He was a awful quiet kid."

John Corliss studied Sundown's face. "You say he was killed in a
wreck?"

"I ain't sure. But I reckon he was. It was a bad one. He was ridin'
a empty, just ahead of me. Then the whole train buckled up and
somethin' hit me on the lid. That's all I remember, till after."

"What are you going to do now? Go back to Antelope?"

"Me? Guess I will. I was lookin' for a job cooking but the pay ain't
right here. What you lookin' at me that way for?"

"Sit still. I'm all right. My brother Will left home three years ago.
Didn't say a word to any one. He'd been to school East, and he wrote
some things for the magazines--poetry. I was wondering--"

"Say, mister, what's your name?"

"John Corliss."

"Gee Gosh! I knowed when I et that rabbit this mornin' that somethin'
was goin' to happen. Thought it was po'try, but I was mistook."

"So you ate your half of the rabbit this morning, eh?"

"Sure!!--"