The Enchanted Canyon
Foley picked up the telephone. Mr. Seaton answered at once. "It was nothing in particular, Foley, except that I wanted to tell you that the red-headed boy and his name, particularly that name, in Minetta Lane, have haunted me. If he gets in trouble again, you'd better let me know."
"You're too late, Mr. Seaton! He's in up to his neck, now." The officer described the raid. "The judge has given him eighteen months at the Point and we're taking him there this afternoon."
"You don't mean it! The young whelp! Foley, what he needs is a licking and a mother to love him, not reform school."
"Sure, but no matter how able a New York policeman is, Mr. Seaton, he can't be a mother! And it's too late! The judge is out o' patience."
"Look here, Foley, hasn't he any friends at all?"
"There's several that want to be friends, but he won't have 'em. He's sittin' in his cell for all the world like a bull pup the first