Tell him too," she added, "that I would like him and Jack to help Mr.Brown all they can," and this message Irma wrote to Kalman with religious care, telling him too how sad the dear sweet face had grown in sending the message.
But when Mrs.French reached her home, she read again parts out of the letter which the same mail had brought her from the Night Hawk Ranch, read them in the light of Kalman's letter, while the shadows deepened on her face.
"He is a strange little beggar," she read, "though, by Jove, he is little no longer.

He is somewhere about sixteen, is away past my shoulder, and nearly as strong as I am, rides like a cowboy, and is as good after the cattle as I am, is afraid of nothing, and dearly loves a fight, and, I regret to say, he gets lots of it, for the Galicians are always after him for their feasts.

He is a great singer, you know, and dances much too well; and at the feasts, as I suppose you know quite well, there are always fights.

And here I want to consult you.

I very nearly sent him back to you a little while ago, not for his fault, but, I regret to say, for mine.