he cup towel,
and the two started off.

There was no fire in the stove, and Johnnie told himself that there was
nothing to worry about in leaving Grandpa behind for a little while.
Without haste, this time, and without even a thought of Big Tom, Johnnie
sallied forth, the dog at his side.

He had no misgivings as to the treatment he would receive from the boys
of the neighborhood. The question of his social standing had been
settled. He even got ready to whistle a tune, so that if any boy's back
was turned, and there was danger of Johnnie's not being seen, he could
call attention to himself--he, the intimate friend of a real cowboy.

But every one saw him. That was because he took his time. On the other
hand, he saw no one; but paid the closest attention to signs, and
windows, to carts, and the contents of shops, and he halted to pet an
occasional horse, or to shy a bit of brick at a water plug. Thus he
traveled the four sides of his block. Whenever he met boys, they were
too impressed to be saucy. He sauntered past them, his hands in his big
pockets, his chin in the air.

"Well, y' see how it is," he observed to Boof as they turned homeward.
And he swaggered.

Back in his area, he found a small gathering--several children, a few
women, and one old man. He blushed out of sheer happiness, believing
them to be drawn up to see the Friend of a Cowboy pass in. And he
climbed the stairs, whistling as he went, and smiling to himself in the
dusk of the poorly lighted halls.

Entering the flat, he found One-Eye. At first he could not trust his
eyes, for his new dog had followed in, and was wagging a black tail, and
he could see the dog as plainly as he could see his friend. But noting
that Grandpa was playing with a red apple, he knew that the cowboy was
really there.

So that was why there had been a crowd in the area!

But he did not rush to One-Eye. For some reason or other his feet were
stone, and he felt shame--and guilt. He said a low-spoken Hello!

There was no warmth in One-Eye's greeting, either. "Knocked," informed
the Westerner. "Got no answer. Then I heard the ole gent kinda whinin',
and so I come in." While he talked, that single green eye was peering
out of the kitchen window. The tanned face wore a curious, stern look.

"Yes, sir," said Johnnie, swallowing. "He always is like that if I go
out t' walk a little." His heart was sorer than ever. He felt helpless,
and forlorn. A wall had risen between himse