Chapter 17
LOVIN CHILD WRIGGLES INOn the fourth day Bud's conscience pricked him into making a
sort of apology to Cash, under the guise of speaking to Lovin
Child, for still keeping the baby in camp.
"I've got a blame good notion to pack you to town to-day, Boy,
and try and find out where you belong," he said, while he was
feeding him oatmeal mush with sugar and canned milk. "It's pretty
cold, though … " He cast a slant-eyed glance at Cash, dourly
frying his own hotcakes. "We'll see what it looks like after a
while. I sure have got to hunt up your folks soon as I can. Ain't
I, old-timer?"
That salved his conscience a little, and freed him of the uneasy
conviction that Cash believed him a kidnapper. The weather did the
rest. An hour after breakfast, just when Bud was downhearte
