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LOVIN CHILD WRIGGLES IN.
On 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.