“Be sure of the law, Wint. Don’t make a mistake. They would jump on it.”
“That’s Foster’s job. And I’m no ... I’ve studied up a bit.”
“Take care.”
“Right, dad.”
They separated, and Wint went on to his office. Radabaugh was not there, but he appeared a little later. “I’ve just had Lutcher up to Sam O’Brien’s for breakfast,” he explained. “He wanted to go to the hotel; but I told him Sam had the contract to victual the city prisoners.”
Wint chuckled. “Where is he now?”
“Down in the calaboose.”
“Does he still want to furnish bail?”
“Says he does.”
“Kite comes home to-morrow, doesn’t he?”