“Hell, no,” said the boy with the face like a wrinkled leaf. “He’s a scout all right. What makes yuh so savage, Ben? Yuh’re always hankerin’ after a necktie-party. Who captured the bugger anyhow?” “Oh, well,” Said the other man. “Oh, well.” He spat in the dust. “Anyhow,” he said, with a hungry look at Ellyat, “He’s got good boots.” The boy with the wrinkled face Remarked that, as for the boots, no Arkansaw catfish Was going to take them away from their lawful captor.