“How providential!” thought Kurt.
“Why, yes; Mr. Westcott,” he replied: “We’re well up with our work, and I could spare Jo Gary for a few weeks.”
“Jo Gary! May Heaven bless you! When can I get him?”
“Going out home now?”
“Yes; on my way.”
“Stop at the ranch and take him along with you. Tell him I said to go. It’ll be all right with Kingdon.”
Westcott renewed his blessings upon Kurt and drove on.
At the jail Kurt looked in on the latest arrival. She was sitting at a table in Bender’s back office, her head bowed in her hands. There was something appealing in the drooping of her shoulders and in her shabby attire.
“Now Jo is disposed of, she shall have her chance, anyway,” he decided.
Without speaking to the girl, he sought Bender and they held a brief consultation.