XIVMark Carter and Billy as they rode silently down the little street toward Aunt Saxon's cottage did not speak. They did not need to speak, these two. They had utmost confidence in one another, they were both troubled, and had no solution to offer for the difficulty. That was enough to seal any wise mouth. Only at the door as Billy climbed out Mark leaned toward him and said in a low growl:
“You're all right, Kid! You're the best friend a man ever had! I appreciate what you did!”
“Aw!” squirmed Billy, pulling down his cap, “That's awright! See you t'morra' Cart! S'long!” And Billy stalked slowly down the street remembering for the first time that he had his aunt yet to reckon with.
With the man's way of taking the bull by the horns he stormed in:
“Aw, Gee! I'm tired! Now, I'spose you'
