While they waited, The 0skaloosa Kid trudged alongthe muddy road to the nearest farm house. which lay afull mile beyond the Squibbs' home. As he approachedthe door a lank, sallow man confronted him with a sus-picious eye.
"Good afternoon," greeted The 0skaloosa Kid.
The man grunted.
"I want to get something to eat," explained the youth.