CHAPTER XX: THE SHERIFF COMESNan’s ankle was pretty sore the next morning, but she insisted on dressing, and Len carried her out to breakfast. Sailor had already eaten his breakfast, and was down at the stable.
Len told her about the boys going out to look for Hashknife, and that he was anxious to find out whether anything serious had happened. Little Larry was down at the stable with Sailor, who was saddling a burro for him to ride. They could hear Larry’s high-pitched voice as he gave expert advice on the matter.
“He’s a lovable little fellow,” said Nan. “This ranch will be wonderful for him, Len.”
“Then you don’t mind havin’ him here, Nan?”
“Oh, I love it.”
“I wondered if yuh would. Where do yuh want to sit this mornin’? You can’t do much movin’ around, yuh know, and I’d kinda like
