“Jake has had an interesting past, didn’t you say?”
“Yes, Uncle Ward rescued him from a bad gang. I think Jake is still afraid of the old leader for he never uses his real name and always seems half afraid that some one he knows will find him. He is absolutely devoted to us now and would do anything in the world to help us.”
“Then tell him to come down here and rid this place of ghosts,” Kitty joked.
“I’ll bet he could, all right. Jake wouldn’t hesitate to plow right into them.”
“Seriously, I wish he and that young man you call Marshmallow would ride out here. Perhaps they could help us to get a line on Ronald Trent.”
“That’s so,” Doris agreed. “But why bring Marshmallow in on it? I guess you’d like to see him yourself, wouldn’t you? I noticed you two took to each other on sight.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing Marshall if he happened to be coming this way,” Kitty admitted unembarrassed. “He’s so jolly and—”
“Fat!” Doris finished mischievously.
“He is a little plump,” Kitty admitted, “but I don’t mind that.”
“We might write to Marshmallow and tell him of our experiences here,” Doris said thoughtfully. “It may be that we will need his help before we get home again.”