Tell 'im--here! Give me a sheet of paper and a pencil and I'll tell him a few things myself.

Chances are you'd smooth 'em out too much, gitting 'em on paper.

And the things I've got to say to Blake don't want any smoothing." The things he wrote painfully with his rheumatic hand were not smoothed for politeness' sake, and it made the Old Man feel better to get them off his mind.

He read the letter over three times, and lingered over the most scathing sentences relishfully.

He sent one of his new men to town for the express purpose of mailing that letter, and he felt a glow of satisfaction at actually speaking his mind upon the subject.
Perhaps it was just as well he did not know that Blake was in Dry Lake when the letter reached his office in Helena, and that it was forwarded to the place whence it had started.