“I ain’t any Harvard A. B. Writing letters ain’t my long suit. I’m always disremembering whether a man had ought to say have went and have knew. Verbs are the beatingest things. But I know you’ll fix it up right so as to let that little girl down easy.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I’ll not write but go to see her.”
Curly could only look his thanks. Words seemed strangely inadequate. But Kate understood the boy’s unspoken wish and nodded her head reassuringly as he left the room.
CHAPTER V
LAURA LONDON
Kite Bonfils and Maloney took Curly back to Saguache and turned him over to Sheriff Bolt.
“How about bail?” Maloney asked.
The sheriff smiled. He was a long lean leather-faced man with friendly eyes from which humorous wrinkles radiated.