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"Swim faster, Jem," said Don, as he gazed back over his shoulders at the lights as the shots rang out. "No, no; swim slower, my lad. They can't see us; and if they could, I don't believe as the men would try and hit us. Ah! Not hit, are you?" "No, Jem; are you?" "Not a bit of it, my lad. There they go again. Steady. We're all right now, unless a boat comes after us.
'I thought I had found something at which you could not grumble. 'How does she look? How do they treat her? 'Apparently they have not yet fed her on bread and water. No; seriously, I must confess that she looked uncommonly well and lovely! Never mind, Jem; I verily believe that, in spite of absence and all that, she had never been so happy in her life.
'Have you got none of them? she said, as we came up the steps. 'Nothing but a child, said my grandfather sadly. 'Only one small child, that's all. Well, we did our very best, Jem, my lad. Jem was following my grandfather, with the oars over his shoulder. I came last, with that little bundle in my arms. The child had stopped crying now, and seemed to be asleep, it was so still. Mrs.
"Lad! if thou knew what thy mother has suffered for thee, thou'd not speak of leaving her just when she's got thee from the grave as it were. Why, this very night she roused me up, and 'Job, says she, 'I ask your pardon for wakening you, but tell me, am I awake or dreaming? Is Jem proved innocent? O Job Legh!
Jem went to the cupboard, and quietly extricated from his pocket the oranges he had bought. But he stayed long there, and at last his sturdy frame shook with his strong agony. The two women were frightened, as women always are, on witnessing a man's overpowering grief. They cried afresh in company.
He only thought of Jem his no longer Jem the open-handed, elder brother who tolerated much and said little. Having had everything that he wanted since childhood, Arthur Agar had never been in the habit of thinking about money matters. Thus, want of money the chief incentive to crime and criminal thought had never come within measurable distance of this gentle undergraduate.
And that instant Little Ann was near him. "No! no! don't go," cried Lady Joan. Jem Temple Barholm came in through the doorway. Life and sound and breath stopped for a second, and then the two whirled into each other's arms as if a storm had swept them there. "Jem!" she wailed. "Oh, Jem! My man! Where have you been?"
Don't you know his highness is still asleep? Some of the servants ran off at once, and others pointed out Jem. Indeed, the steward found it hard to keep himself from laughing at the comic sight, but he ordered the servants off and led the dwarf into his own room. When he heard him ask for a place as cook, he said: 'You make some mistake, my lad.
"Oh, dear!" cried Jem, in great distress. "How it must have hurt her! How unkind of me to say it! I wish I hadn't wished it. I wish it would come undone." She had no sooner said it than her wish was gratified. The old label disappeared and a new one showed itself, and there sat Aunt Hetty, looking herself again, and even smiling.
"You haven't got your man there," remarked Mendoza, with something of suspicion in his manner. "What the devil is that to you?" cried Belcher, furiously. "It's a good deal to all of us, for there are some funny stories about." "You keep them to yourself, then, or you may wish you had never heard them." "All right, Jem! Your breakfast don't seem to have agreed with you this morning."
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