Poppy drew me aside. And as I got a squint at his face I saw right off that he was getting ready to do something. He’s that kind of a kid. Let some one he likes get stepped on and he’ll fight his head off for them. And now, as I saw, hating the lawyer the same as me, and wanting to fix him, he was getting ready to take up Mrs. Doane’s battle.
“When did old dough-face say he was coming back with the sheriff?”
“This afternoon.”
“Then we’ve either got to find the granddaughter this morning or think up some kind of a scheme.”
“It’s easy enough to talk about finding her,” says I. “But how are we going to do it?”
Here old Ivory Dome percolated through the front door.
“Jerry, he knows where the girl is.”
“Shall we choke it out of him?” I grinned.
“Bu-lieve me, I’ll try it if necessary.”
“Why ... Ma,” came in a worried voice from the newcomer. “You look all white. Be you sick?”