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Brent asked, more to keep from laughing than from any particular interest in the mountaineer just then. "In the library, as usual," answered the Colonel, "digging out analects." Timmie, overhearing this, wheeled about. "Mah sakes alive," she cried, a look of horror coming into her face. "You never had nuthin' lak dat in yoh house while I 'uz tendin' to it, Marse John!
When the beat was over when the schooner had made harbour when the anchor was down when the message was delivered in the thick of the outcry of protest against the doctor's high determination to venture upon the errand of mercy then Timmie Lovejoy, the dramatic opportunity having come, would, with proper regard for his own importance, make the astounding revelation.
She maintained a moody silence, and the Colonel ventured: "You see, Brent, Timmie thought so much of Zack "
A deep sigh, like the passing of cave winds, came from the old woman's throat. "Praise de Lawd," she murmured. "I see now you'se not, honey; but jest why is too much fer me. Run 'long befoh Aunt Timmie make a fool of herse'f. Dat man's oudacious wickedness is got to be stopped but you leave dat to me! Some day I'se gwine send fer you, an' you'se comin' widout axin' why. Heah dat?
If he thinks Mesmie can wait that long, I'll stop to-night and get ready. That's all. Tell him, will you, Aunt Timmie? And let me know? I'll be up stairs pretty soon." A soft light crept into her face. "We don' need it now, chile," she murmured. "We'se gwine git some nice, soft lady-like skin. De doctor's done gone arter her!" "You don't mean Miss Jane!" he turned furiously upon her.
The three of them could do no more. Once more his mind turned to the problem of the wheat. What was it that he had just concluded? Oh, yes, Timmie! Why might not Timmie have camped here and planted this wheat? But twelve years? How had he lived? Whence had come the seed wheat? There were a hundred questions connected with such a solution. Ah, well, morning would tell.
"The wind's veerin' t' the s'uth'ard," said the skipper, anxiously, while they put a double reef in the mainsail. "'Twill be a rough time across." "Hut! dad," Timmie answered. "Sure, you can make harbour." "Ecod!" Jacky added, with a grin. "You're the man t' do it, dad you're the man t' drive her!"
But I hae never seen track o' him. He'll nae be by Lake Athapapukskow, fer there's folks there; not by Lake Weskusko neither, fer I been there, but som'ers in the woods Timmie is, an' if he's dead his shack'll be there an' the money, fer he never coom out o' th' woods again, thet shamed he was."
"But do you tell your father," he went on, "that Jagger's not sick." "Not sick?" cried Timmie, under his breath. "Tell your father that I heared Jagger say he'd prove the doctor a coward or drown him." Timmie laughed.
Timmie and the little boy had stopped to say good-bye, and she called his name; even emboldened by his silence to murmur: "Don' you know you'se gwine pop yoh brains a-wu'kin' 'em so hard?" Bip, who regarded Dale with mysterious interest, made farther advances. He went up close, and looked wonderingly into his face; but at last both he and the old woman left unseen and unheard.
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