Anderson."
"I was heading for Sonora," the man whined.
What Bucky thought was: "Right strange direction to be taking for
Sonora. I'll bet my pile you were going up into the hills to meet
some of Wolf Leroy's gang. But why you were taking the kid along
beats me, unless it was just cussedness." What he said was:
"Oh, you'll like Epitaph a heap better. I allow you ought to stay
at that old town. It's a real interesting place. Finished in the
adobe style and that sort of thing. The jail's real comfy, too."
"Would you like something to eat, sir?" presently asked Frank
timidly.
"Would I? Why, I'm hungry enough to eat a leather mail-sack. Trot
on your grub, young man, and watch my smoke."
Bucky did ample justice to the sandwiches and lemonade the lad
set in front of him, but he ate with a wary eye on a possible
insurrection on the part of his prisoner.
"I'm a new man," he announced briskly, when he had finished.
"That veal loaf sandwich went sure to the right spot. If you had
been a young lady instead of a boy you couldn't fix things up
more appetizing."
The lad's face flushed with embarrassment, apparently at the
ranger's compliment, and the latter, noticed how delicate the
small face was.
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