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Bascom won't get wet." "She has gone to the village, hasn't she?" "Yes. She has received some message or other I don't know how it came which sent her off in a hurry. A livery carriage came for her. She will be back before night." "Atkins has gone, too. He had some errands, I believe. I can't make out what has come over him of late. He has changed greatly.
So he and Bos'n walked along the grass-covered paths, between the iron-fenced "lots" of the well-to-do and the humble mounds and simple slabs where the poor were sleeping; past the sumptuous granite shaft of the Atkins lot and the tilted mossy stone which told how "Edwin Simpson, our only son," had been "accidentally shot in the West Indies"; out through the back gate and up the hill to the pine grove overlooking the bay.
Louis was dead, and had been brought to Rowe to be buried, and his funeral was at two o'clock. "Goin' to the funeral, old man?" one of Andrew's fellow-workmen had asked, jostling him as he went out of the shop at noon. Before Andrew could answer, another voice broke in fiercely. It belonged to Joseph Atkins, who was ghastly that day.
The matter in dispute was whether the schooner in sight was or was not the Halbrane. The majority maintained that she was not, but Atkins was positive she was, although on this occasion he had only two backers.
"That's pretty lively," exclaimed Captain Applegarth, clutching hold of the rail to preserve his balance as he turned to the quartermaster at the wheel. "Steady there, my man! Keep her full and by!" "Aye, aye, sir," answered Atkins. "But she do yaw so, when she buries her bows. She's got too much sail on her, sir." "I know that," said the skipper.
They cannot beat Tommy Atkins, when it comes to a charge; but in the matter of marching, and endurance, Tommy has to take a back seat. He will hold on till he fairly breaks down, rather than give in; but he himself, if he has ever campaigned with the Sikhs, would be the first to allow that they can march him off his feet. "Have you got a spare pair of shoes in your kit, Bullen?" "Yes."
And, because I did it, the Atkins crowd and that means most everybody now haven't any love for you. My tryin' for school committee was really just to give you a fair chance in your position. I was licked, so the committee's two to one against you. Don't you see that you mustn't have anything to do with me? Don't you SEE it?" She shook her head.
And then I waked and tried to fancy new ways of getting rid of it, but my head ached, and my back ached, and my whole body was so strained and cramped that I was on the point of giving it all up when that blessed old Topham came in. He set the big box down with a bang that nearly cracked my head. He turned on the lights, and stood whistling Tommy Atkins.
"The Padré Sahib is out?" he said, in his brisk, matter-of-fact tones. "The Padré Sahib is upstairs," said the boy, with an immovable face; and Atkins went up quickly. "Hallo, Heath, I met Hartley just now, and he said you were out." Heath looked up from a sheet of paper laid out on the writing-table before him. "I did not feel up to seeing Hartley," he said, a little stiffly.
In the afternoon, business at the store being rather quiet and Mrs. Atkins, the nurse, desiring an hour's leave to do an errand in the village, Mary had taken her place in the sickroom. Zoeth was improving slowly, so the doctor said, but he took very little interest in what went on, speaking but seldom, asking few questions, and seeming to be but partially sensible of his surroundings.
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