The little doctor came briskly into the room.
“Everybody out but the nurse. You’ve had company enough for one day, Luck,” he announced cheerily.
Kate followed Maloney and his prisoner to the porch.
“About the letters of your friend that was shot,” she said to Curly. “Doctor Brown was telling me what you said. I’ll see they reach Miss Anderson. Do you know in what restaurant she works?”
“No. Mac didn’t tell me.” The boy gulped to swallow an unexpected lump in his throat. “They was expecting to get married soon.”
“I—I’ll write to her,” Kate promised, her eyes misty.
“I’d be obliged, Miss. Mac was a good boy. Anyone will tell you that. And he was awful fond of her. He talked about her that last night before the camp fire. I led him into this.”
“I’ll tell her what you say.”
“Do. Tell her he felt bad about what he had done. Bad companions got him going wrong, but he sure would have settled down into a good man. That’s straight goods, too. You write it strong.”
The girl’s eyes were shiny with tears. “Yes,” she answered softly.