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We pulled for life or death, and that brave head kep' risin' on the wave. "Ef we could 'a' had another minute afore the next sweel come! George Olver felt it. He sent the rope out with a giant's throw. Then it was all and more than we could do to held the boat ag'in the wind. It come so fast ye scurse could see them next ye in the boat.
Seeing me now, she cast down her eyes, a steely expression gathering about her mouth. "You've come too late, teacher," said she, her voice breaking suddenly into a sob as she lifted her apron to her eyes. In that instant it flashed through my mind, the fear George Olver had expressed lest Rebecca should make away with herself. I fancied that I turned terribly pale. "Come in, teacher!"
"Well, by and by, him and George Olver struck up a song. I've heern 'em sing it before, them two.
"He was probably meanin' to put in there, and might 'a' come ashore may be, he was wild enough but he seen our men and that kind o' hindered him; he didn't want to turn round and put right back neither, lookin' as though he was scared, so he kep' on, and Sim said they watched 'em clean out o' sight; 'but, says he, 'I never seen a man turn whiter'n George Olver did for a minute, and then he onclinched his fist and went to work ag'in, harder than ever, for you can allays depend on Jim, somehow George Olver but he's a dreadful close-mouthed fellow!"
I deferred going to see her until evening, and even thought of writing a letter instead of going at all, signifying my willingness to take her back into my favor, in a limited sort of way, and reinforcing her with a share of that counsel and advice which she must have missed so sadly of late; but I was conscious of the fact that I should not thus be keeping my promise to George Olver.
"Let him alone," said George Olver, but the group had already vanished through the door, Lovell following mechanically. "That's Lute Cradlebow fiddlin' out thar'," George Olver explained to me. "I don't want 'em to skeer him off, for it ain't every night Lute takes kindly to his fiddle. There's times he won't touch it for days and days.
I thought I understood, and resolved to instruct Rebecca to forget the red-haired fisherman; to be "sensible," and "marry good, honest George Olver," who loved her so devotedly. Lute Cradlebow had come home, and was one among the many figures at this brilliant fête.
"She made me promise I wouldn't let George Olver know where she was, teacher," said Aunt Patty, breathlessly, as I was going out of the door. "She had her reasons; we'd ought to respect 'em some. I wouldn't be deceiving her entirely."
So he asks, for findin' Jesus, ef thar's any marks to foller by; and George Olver, he answers about them bleedin' nail-prints, and the great one in His side. So then that voice comes down ag'in, askin' if thar's any crown, like other kings, to tell Him by; and George Olver, he answers straight about that crown o' thorns.
'Thank you, said the doctor. 'I will make a note of it. 'It wants nerve, seemin' to me. Roger Olver rubbed his chin. 'That is understood. 'For my part, if it happened I had a stick, I'd slash out at the beggar's forelegs so an' keep slashin' same as if I was mowin' grass. Or, if I hadn' a stick, I'd kick straight for his forelegs an' chest; he's easy to cripple there, an' he knows it.
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