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A growing fear had taken possession of his mind that something was wrong, and so terribly wrong that they dared not tell it to him. When the clock struck two, he sat up in the bed and looked at Andy Gilgallon with a sternness in his face that was seldom seen there. "Andy," he said, "tha's summat ye're a-keepin' fra me. If aught's happenit to the lad I want ye s'ould tell me.
"Ah, man! but ye're foolish. Ye'll be losin' your own life, I warrant, an' ye'll be doin' no good to the boy." But Billy had already started from the door. "I might be able to do a bit toward savin' 'im," he said. "An' if he's beyon' that, as mos' like he is, I s'ould want to get the lad's body an' care for it mysel'. I kenned 'im best."
"Don't haste, lad; wait a bit; listen! If the lady should be gone to court ye mus' gae there too. If ye canna find her, ye mus' find her lawyer. One or the ither ye s'ould tell, afoor the verdict comes; afterwards it might be too late." "Yes, I'll do it, I'll do it just like that." "Mos' like ye'll have to go to Wilkesbarre. An ye do I'll go mysel'. But dinna wait for me.
The troubled look deepened on the man's face. "Whether it's fause or true," he replied, "ye s'ould na keep it to yoursel'. She ought to know. It's only fair to go an' tell the tale to her an' let her do what she thenks bes'." "Must I tell Mrs. Burnham? Must I go an' tell her 'at I ain't her son, an' 'at I can't live with her, an' 'at we can't never be happy together the way we talked?
I'll see the lad in his grave first." After a moment he continued, "It's no' safe for ye to stay longer wi' us; it's better ye s'ould go." Then another man entered at the open door. It was the sheriff of Luzerne County. He held the writ of habeas corpus in his hand. "Why didn't you wait for me," he said, turning angrily to Craft, "instead of coming here to pick a quarrel with these people?"
Na doot she'd care for ye; but ye could na hope to have her tak' ye to her hame, an they proved ye waur no' her son." "An' then an' then I'd stay right along with you, wouldn't I?" "I hope so, lad, I hope so. I want ye s'ould stay wi' me till ye find a better place." "Oh, I couldn't find a better place to stay, I know I couldn't, 'xcept with my 'xcept with Mrs. Burnham."
Say just as you please, only say it vera loud. And alvays abuse somebody or someting. You s'ould try." "I would sooner die," said Lady George. "Indeed, I should be dead before I could utter a word. Isn't it odd how that lady Doctor could speak like that." "De American young woman! Dey have de impudence of of of everything you please; but it come to noting." "But she spoke well."
"'Cause then I s'ould have a sunshade to put up." "Ay, 'tis warm brylin', as you may say. Any on you know whether the Chinese is cannibals? You know, sir?" "I have heard that they cook very strange things now and then," I said, laughing. "Then they is," said Jecks; "and that being so, they'll have a fine chance to-day. Hadn't you better send word to some on 'em to lay the cloth, sir?" "What for?"
It ain't much, but mayhap it'll buy a bit o' schoolin' for the lad some day. Ye s'ould see the braw way he'll read an' write now, sir." Sharpman sat for some time as if in deep thought. Finally, he said: "Look here, Buckley! You're a poor man; you can't afford to throw away what little money you earn, nor to let an opportunity slip for turning an honest penny.
"She's verra kin'," he said to himself, as he walked up the street toward home, "verra kin', but it's no' sic a care as the lad's ane mither s'ould ha' ower 'im, an' he awa' fra hame i' the darkness o' the nicht so. But she dinna ken, she dinna ken as he be her son. Coom a day when that's plain to her, an' she'd spare naught to save 'im fra the ghost o' danger."
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