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So, Out There, in order to have a reasonable chance, I'll have to be following somebody smart. I thought I'd fix it now beforehand. You're the best, Frank." Nelsen felt the scared earnestness of the appeal, and the achy shock of the compliment. But in his own uncertainty, he didn't want to be carrying any dead weight, in the form of a dependent individual. "Thanks, Two-and-Two," he said.
As she started up the stairs, Ruth turned to Arthur who was slowly following. "I really do believe you saved my life," she said earnestly. "I was so frightened and tired and achy that I couldn't have gone many more steps if that blessed old voice hadn't led me." "Oh, some one would have found you before long," answered Arthur, who hated to take any undeserved credit to himself.
But somehow it always makes you just a little sad. I felt proud of that bunch of strong capable fellows proud as though I had created them myself. And once again the glorious little achy feeling in the throat came. The Congressman from Choteau County had returned from Washington with fresh laurels; and Benton turned out to welcome her Great Man.
"H'm," says he, "ye come a wee thing ahint-hand, Mr. Balfour. The bird's flaen, we hae letten her out." "Miss Drummond is set free?" I cried. "Achy!" said he. "What would we keep her for, ye ken? To hae made a steer about the bairn would hae pleased naebody." "And where'll she be now?" says I. "Gude kens!" says Doig, with a shrug. "She'll have gone home to Lady Allardyce, I'm thinking," said I.
He told her the story, briefly. At last she said, "Frank, you must be spiritually all jammed up. Gimp is set, I know..." In a few minutes more, Eileen introduced him to a girl. Jennie Harper had large dark eyes, and a funny, achy sort of voice. Gimp disappeared discreetly with his date.
Frank Nelsen wandered alone in the recreation area. He heard music Fire Streak, Queen of Serene... He searched faces, looking for an ugly one with shovel teeth. He thought, with an achy wistfulness, of a small hero-worshipping girl named Jennie Harper, at Serene. He found no one he had ever seen before.
"H'm," says he; "ye come a wee thing ahint-hand, Mr. Balfour. The bird's flown we hae letten her out." "Miss Drummond is set free?" I cried. "Achy!" said he. "What would we keep her for, ye ken? To hae made a steer about the bairn would hae pleased naebody." "And where'll she be now?" says I. "Gude kens!" says Doig, with a shrug. "She'll have gone home to Lady Allardyce, I'm thinking," said I.
Tired and achy as they were at night, though, they were glad to find children in the next shack. "Queer ones," Grandma called them. "It's their talk I can't get the hang of," Grandpa added. "It may be English, but I have to listen sharp to make it out." Daddy trotted Sally on his foot and laughed. "It's English all right English of Shakespeare's time, likely, that they've used for generations.
She felt that somehow she had been cruel and very ungracious toward the man to whom she owed so much. "I know," he said, "one is interested, of course, in a novel, foreign mountaineer." She was beginning to feel achy, and tears were near the surface. "Philip, why do you misunderstand me?" she cried. "It isn't that at all. I like you for the man you are." He smiled sadly.
The sight of it all put that glorious little achy feeling in my throat that you get when they start the fife and drum, or when a cavalry column wheels at the word of command, or when a regiment swings past with even tread, or when you stand on a dock and watch a liner dropping out into the fog. It's the feeling that you're a man and mighty proud of it.
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