19/22 Then agin he sorter looks like thet kind ov a feller ter me--he wudn't do no runnin' hisself, but I reckon he'd take keer o' his folks. Whut's this yere under the bench ?--hell, a letter." He held it up to the light, in an effort to decipher the description. "'Herman Slosser, Otterway, Illinoy--ter be held till called fer.' Thet's it, Cap; thet's his name, I'll bet ye; an' so we can't be so blamed fur frum this yere Otterway fort. Good Lord! won't I be glad fer ter see it." "Do you think it best to stop here ?" "Why not? Thar sure must be somethin' fer us ter eat in the place, an' the Lord kno's we can't go on as we are. |