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Timmie, we're here to help you; to tell you that you were forgiven long ago." "Is is that true?" The man faltered. "The logging company?" "The partners are dead. Their only heir, La Vaune, forgives you." "And the Province, the Red Riders?" "The Province forgot the case years ago." "Thank thank God!" The man choked, then turned to hide his face. He faced them again in a moment and spoke steadily.
And, next day, the wind being still unfavourable, he had Timmie row him ashore, that he might pass an hour in talk with the men on Jagger's wharf: for there was nothing better to do, and the wreck of the Jessie Dodd was food of the choicest for water-side gossip. "Die!" cried Skipper Tommy, much distressed. "That's fair awful. Poor man! So sick as that?"
There followed, then, the unmistakable sound of a blow, and more frantic protestations from the whining Mrs. Hewlet. Aunt Timmie waited no longer.
At half past eight o'clock in the morning Aunt Timmie was tidying up the room, Doctor Stone was removing his white jacket, and, on an adjoining cot to Mesmie, Nancy lay dozing from the effect of an anæsthetic. Her face held a frown, as though even in slumber the memory of the ordeal was following her. "I'll go now," he whispered, "and be back at twelve. You know what to do."
"I been sort o' gettin' a letter, lads," the skipper stammered: a hint of pride in his manner. "It come ashore," he added, with importance, "from the mail-boat." "Dad," Timmie asked, sorrowfully, "is you been askin' Davy t' read that letter?" "Well, no, Timmie," the skipper drawled, tweaking his nose; "'tisn't quite so bad. But I been wonderin' " "Oh, is you!" Jacky broke in.
With the pencil end between her teeth, Jane looked up and nodded. "Well," Aunt Timmie sighed, "he's done done a sum now dat beats 'em all holler! I got to set down, honey; mah bones is jest cussin' wid misery." Aunt Timmie, as may have been mentioned, never betrayed a secret except to the one confidant she implicitly trusted. This was Jane.
Until a few years ago, his wife, Aunt Timmie, had divided this welcome office with him; but after the wedding, and about the time when Bob's household began to walk on tiptoe in fearful and happy expectancy, old Timmie left, bag and baggage, for the younger home, where she had thereafter remained as nurse, comforter, scolder and chief director of the new heir, as well as of the premises in general.
Lying between the sturdy little twins, that night where by right of caste I lay, for it was the warmest place in the bed I abandoned, once and for all, my old hope of sailing a schooner, with the decks awash. "Timmie!" I whispered. He was sound asleep. I gave him an impatient nudge in the ribs. "Ay, Davy?" he asked. "You may have my hundred-tonner," said I. "What hundred-tonner?"
"Timmie," said he, grinning, "dad's been wonderin'!" "Is he?" Timmie asked, assuming innocence. "Wonderin'?" "Wasn't you sayin' so, dad?" "Well," the skipper admitted, "havin' said so, I'll not gainsay it. I was wonderin' " "An' you knowin'," sighed Timmie, "that you're an obligin' man!" "Dad," Jacky demanded, "didn't the Lard kindly send a switch o' wind from the sou'east t' save you oncet?"
"Now, Marse John, you's jest pesterin'! De truff is, sah," she turned to Brent, "dat 'long back yonder when Miss Ann's 'bout de size of li'l Bip, a man come down heah an' says ef I takes a policy out on Zack, when de ole nigger's daid, he say, I'll be wu'th somethin'. I turned it over an' over in mah haid, an' reckoned dat, ef Zack had to go, dar warn't no sin in ole Timmie gittin' all de comfo't outen it she could.
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