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The eye-glass troubled the Cure, and the look on Charley's face troubled him still more, but it passed as Charley said, in a voice as simple as the Cure's own: "You may still help me as you have already done.
Charley's glance withdrew from Jo, and busied itself with the few crumbs remaining upon the table. He saw a little piece of bread on the floor. He picked it up and ate it with relish, laughing to himself. "How long will it take us to get to town? Can we do it this morning?" "Not this morning, M'sieu'," said Jo, in a sort of hoarse whisper. "How many hours would it take?"
So it was that as the Seigneur made his epigram and gloated over it, the five men, with horses at a convenient distance, armed to the teeth, broke stealthily into Charley's house. They entered silently through the kitchen window, and made their way into the little hall. Two stood guard at the foot of the stairs, and three crept into the shop.
When we were alone in our room that night for ever since Charley's illness we two had had a room to ourselves Charley said, 'I behaved like a brute this morning, Wilfrid. 'No, Charley; you were only a little rude from being over-eager. If she had been seriously advocating dishonesty, you would have been quite right to take it up so; and you thought she was. 'Yes; but it was very silly of me.
Crossing the room he dropped a hand on the man's shoulder. "Open the blind, my friend." Jo Portugais got to his feet quickly, eyes averted he did not dare look into Charley's face and went over and drew back the deer-skin blind. The clear, crisp sunlight of a frosty morning broke gladly into the room.
It might be foolish and feminine to be anxious, but did she not mean well, and was it not, therefore, honourable? The mystery inflamed her imagination. Charley's passiveness when he was assaulted by old Louis and afterwards threatened by the saddler seemed to her indifference to any sort of danger the courage of the hopeless life, maybe. Instantly her heart overflowed with sympathy.
She saw the iron raised, and looked for M'sieu' to knock the tailor down; but, instead, she beheld the tailor go back and put the iron on the fire again. She saw also that M'sieu' was speaking, though she could hear no words. Charley's words were simple enough. "I beg your pardon, Monsieur," he said across the room to old Louis; "I meant no offence at all.
They crossed the road, clinging to one another. Only Charley and Belfast wandered off alone. As I came up I saw a red-faced, blowsy woman, in a grey shawl, and with dusty, fluffy hair, fall on Charley's neck. It was his mother. She slobbered over him: "O, my boy! My boy!" "Leggo of me," said Charley, "Leggo, mother!"
The old woman showed her where they were, moaning and whining. "He tried to kill Monsieur," cried Rosalie, "burned him on the breast with the holy cross!" With oil and flour she hurried back, over the body of the tailor, up the stairs, and into Charley's room. Charley was now out of bed and half dressed, though choking with pain, and preserving consciousness only by a great effort.
Grigsby nor Charley's father recognized, grew wild, as thick as grass and every tree and shrub was wreathed with flowering vines trying to drag it down. Monkeys and parrots and other odd beasts and birds screamed and gamboled in the branches; and in the steeply rising jungle and in the water strange noises were continually heard. There were violent splashes and snorts from alligators and Mr.
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