I wish to Heaven I'd thought of that postmark!" "I shall tramp every inch on foot!" swore Kenny proudly.

"Brian will appreciate the spirit of the thing if you do not." There was relief at least in that.

Garry drew a long breath.

If Kenny tramped his way, another inexplicable factor in his lunacy, by the time he reached the farmhouse Brian would be well on ahead.

And Garry was bitterly familiar with Kenny's incapacity for steadiness of any kind.
Kenny, it developed, was thinking in similar vein.
"I take it there will be an interval of waiting before remorse will lead the kid to write to his sister," he said.