“Say, pard,” asked Sanders, “how do you make a ‘J’? Et’s s’long sense I writ my name I’ve clean forgot how ter begin.”
“Better hurry him up, Mr. Prawle,” spoke up Jack. “There’s two men coming this way at a quick trot.”
Gideon stepped out and looked ahead along the trail.
Jack had spoken the truth.
A couple of horsemen were advancing upon them from the direction of Trinity at a rapid pace.
Prawle tore another sheet from the notebook and wrote Jim’s name very legibly.
“There’s a copy for you. Imitate that as closely as you can.”
“Is thet my name?” asked Sanders, looking at the writing with some curiosity.
“That’s your name.”
“Wal, now, I wouldn’t hev known it.”