But it told.

For there were never any more letters in the post-office in her handwriting, and there wasn't any posted to her in his." They both laughed again, and then Steptoe rose.

"I must be getting along," he said, looking curiously at the boy.

"I've got to catch a train at Three Boulders Station." "Three Boulders!" repeated the boy.

"I'm going there, too, on Friday, to meet Father Cipriano." "I reckon my work will be all done by Friday," said Steptoe musingly.
Standing thus, holding his boy's hand, he was thinking that the real fight at Marshall's would not take place at once, for it might take a day or two for Marshall to gather forces.