Wherein the Angel Locates a Rare Tree and Dines with the Gang From afar Freckles saw them coming.

The Angel was standing, waving her hat.

He sprang on his wheel and raced, jolting and pounding, down the corduroy to meet them.

The Bird Woman stopped the horse and the Angel gave him the bit of print paper.

Freckles leaned the wheel against a tree and took the proof with eager fingers.