Wynkoop held out his hand cordially, and the firm grasp of the other
closed over his fingers.
"I don't exactly know why I didn't kick you downstairs," the latter
commented, as though still in wonder at himself. "Never remember being
quite so considerate before, but I reckon you must have come at me in
about the right way."
If Wynkoop answered, his words were indistinguishable, but Hampton
remained standing in the open door watching the missionary go down the
narrow stairs.
"Nervy little devil," he acknowledged slowly to himself. "And maybe,
after all, that would be the best thing for the Kid."