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Flukey closed his eyes wearily. "Fluke," whispered Flea presently, "ye ought to see that room I slep' in! It were finer'n this one." "This be the promised land, all right, what Scraggy speaked about," said Flukey. "There ain't no more places like it in this here world."
Ther' ain't bin a feller slep in that bunk since Dave went away." "Why?" Tresler's interest was agog. "Why?" Arizona's voice rose. "'Cos it's mussed all up wi' a crazy man's blood. A crazy man as wus killed right here, kind of, by Jake Harnach." "I heard something of it." "Heerd suthin' of it? Wal, I guess ther' ain't a feller around this prairie as ain't yelled hisself hoarse 'bout Dave.
"P.S. All of your previous husbands are here, in the sunny section set aside for martyrs. None of them give you a good reputation. "Don't it beat all," muttered Mrs. Dodd to herself, excitedly. "Here was Ebeneezer at my door last night, an' I never knowed it. Sakes alive, if I had knowed it, I wouldn't have slep' like I did. Here comes that Holmes hussy. Wonder what she knows!"
They all followed her. "I can't! I can't!" she said. "I can't leave my Moxy lyin' here all alone! He ain't used to it. He's never once slep' alone since he was born. I can't bear to think o' that lovely look o' his lost on the dark night not a soul to look down an' see it! Oh, Moxy! was your mother a-leavin' of you all alone!"
"Ye ought to know I don't get gallied for a little blood spilled. I slep' in a bunk all one night in the Martha Pillsbury with a man what didn't have any head and never turned a hair. Ye know that old barkentine whaler that Cap'n Peabody sold. Dang it all, cap'n, that is what this man Trego come aboard as he did that's what he was here fer.
And they talked about the granjer of France and the perfidgusness of England, and looked at the aluminated pictur of Madame Wharton as Haryadney till bedtime. But befor he slep, he finished his letter you may be sure, and called it his "Fust Imprestiuns of Anglyterre."
'An' if you do, you'll find a fist about the heft o' that, says he, shakin' his hand, 't' kiss you at the foot o' the ladder. After that the cook an' the second hand slep' in the hold, an' them an' me had a snack o' grub at odd times in the cabin, where I had a hammock slung, though the place was wonderful crowded with goods. 'Twas the skipper that looked after Tommy Mib.
"Now, father," resumed Sarah, after they had got out of hearing, "will you tell me if you slep' well last night?" "Why do you ax?" he replied; "to be sure I did." "I'll tell you why I ax," she answered; "do you know that you went last night in the middle of the night to the murdhered man's grave, in the glen there?"
Then, jest havin' strength enough left to bind up my head, I fell over into a sleep, an' I reckon I slep' 'bout three days an' three nights, 'cause I ain't got any idea how much time hez passed sence I left you that night, Henry. "But I felt better after my long sleep, though still weak an' wobbly. I'd hev made myself some herb tea, but I wuz beginnin' to git tre-men-jeous-ly hungry.
They spoke on awhile, using the past tense as if they were speaking of a dead man. "Ef I know Jedge Hart, Ben 'll wish he had slep' las' night, 'stidder tryin' ter break out'n jail." At ten o'clock the prisoner was brought into court.
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