Then I'll Come Back to You
"You--you look a trifle tired, young man," he said then. "Are you--going far?"
The boy touched his lips delicately with the point of his tongue. His gravity more than matched that of his questioner.
"Air--air thet the--city?"
The words were soft of accent and a little drawling; there was an accompanying gesture of one thumb thrown backward over a thin shoulder. But Caleb had to smile a little at the breathless note in the query.
"The city?" he echoed, a little puzzled. "The city! Well, now--I----" and he chuckled a bit.
The boy caught him up swiftly, almost sharply.
"Thet's--ain't thet Morrison?" he demanded.
And then Caleb had a glimme