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Dick Vaughan was away from home a good deal during the next few weeks, and Jan and Finn often missed him, for his frequent visits to Nuthill had been full of interest for them. It may be, too, that Jan's mistress missed Dick Vaughan; but according to the Master, the young man was well employed and by no means wasting his time.
"She's no worse," was Jan's answer. "That's something, when it comes to this stage. Where's Lionel?" "I do not know," replied Lucy. "I think he went out. Jan," she added, dropping her voice, "will she get well?" "Get well!" echoed Jan in his plainness. "It's not likely. She won't be here four-and-twenty hours longer." "Oh, Jan!" uttered Lucy, painfully startled and distressed.
Nothing could be more different from Jan's gaily irresponsible and joyously immature conception of life. However, Jan was in earnest now; more so than he had ever been since, more than five months earlier, he had flung his gristly bulk upon the vixen fox who slew his sister in the cave.
The dog leaped out and ran to the child, looking into her face, while his tail bobbed and waved. "Oh, you beautiful Prince Jan!" she cried, throwing her arms about his neck and squeezing him tightly. "I love you!" Jan's tongue caressed her hands, touched her cheek, and his body squirmed and twisted, then he flopped on the ground and rolled on his back, waving his paws to show that he loved her.
Jan, who was learning fast, turned also with a snarling growl to ward off Snip's fangs. And in that moment it was no more than a moment Bill, the leader, stole and swallowed the whole remainder of Jan's supper. Jean was watching this, and did not try to prevent it.
Then he opened Jan's letter and read it through quite a number of times. "Dear Mr. Ledgard," it ran. "Whatever Mr. Kipling may say of the Celt, the lowland Scot finds it very difficult to express strong feeling in words. If I had tried to tell you, face to face, how sensible I am of your kindness and consideration for us during the last sad weeks I should have cried.
There happened to be shrimps a dish which that gentleman preferred, if anything, to pickled herrings; and by Miss Deborah's want of appetite he was able to secure her share and his own, including the heads and tails. He would uncommonly have liked to secure Jan's share also; but Miss Deborah filled a plate and put them aside, against Jan came in.
But I'll tell you what, you fellows: if Jan's in the stable there with Paddy any time when I'm not about, don't you let Sourdough come into our quarters at all." "It'd take a hefty chap to keep Sourdough out, if he meant coming in," said O'Malley. "But I guess we'll do our best eh, boys? I reckon our Jan's a better mascot than the sergeant's tyke."
Bill, the fearless and unbeaten, now screamed aloud; not for mercy, but in mortal pain. His tense body squirmed, convulsed, under Jan's great weight like a thing galvanized by electricity. Jan's jaws sank deeper. Bill snapped at the bloody snow in his frenzy, actually breaking his own fangs. Jan's jaws sank deeper. A long horrible shudder passed through the squirming body of Bill.
Make a oss cow ship pig!" But the popularity obtained by Jan's pigs soon surpassed that of all his other performances. "Make pigs for I, Janny Lake!" and "Make pigs for I, too!" was a sort of whispering chorus that went on perpetually under the Dame's nose.
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