They bore no malice toward Casey and were perfectly willing to see him out of the scrape.

They were a sobered pair; Hank, like a fool, had fired at the posse and was killed.
The next day came the Little Woman to the rescue.

I told her the whole story, not even omitting the burro, before she went to the jail to see Casey.

It was a pretty mess--take it all around--and I was secretly somewhat doubtful of the outcome.
The Little Woman is game as women are made.

She went with me to the jail, and she met Casey with a whimsical smile.