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Updated: June 14, 2025
"No," said the surgeon curtly, "she has too much common-sense." "But you won't tell her what I've said?" The beggar was suddenly anxious. "No," and Dr. Ferris smiled, "I may safely leave that to you." "Damnation," cried Blizzard, "you are laughing at me." Dr. Ferris's face became serious at once. "God forbid that!" he said.
Then perhaps it was the drink playing tricks with Ferris's mind it seemed to him that he could still see those deep-set dark eyes staring up at him through the murk, with that same fearless and yet piteous look in their depths. It was a look that the brief sputter of match-light had photographed on Link's brain.
But to Link Ferris's unsophisticated eyes the achievement was all but supernatural, and it doubled his love for the dog. That afternoon, by way of experiment, Ferris took Chum along when he went to drive the sheep back from pasture to the fold.
One was Miss Ferris's hearty approval of the way in which Betty and Eleanor had managed their discovery, and another was Jean Eastman's unexpected attitude of helpfulness.
The sickly, pungent smell of whisky on Ferris's labored breath nauseated Chum. He stood, head recoiled, looking down at Link in bewilderment. There were many things, this night, which Chum did not understand. First of all, he had been grieved and offended that Ferris should have locked him in the kitchen instead of taking him along as usual on his evening stroll.
Before she could return, her mother rustled into the parlor. Mrs. Vervain was gracefully, fragilely unlike her daughter. She entered with a gentle and gliding step, peering near-sightedly about through her glasses, and laughing triumphantly when she had determined Mr. Ferris's exact position, where he stood with a smile shaping his full brown beard and glancing from his hazel eyes.
So that problem was solved. A minute later, the three pups reappeared at the end of the section. And behind them came the attendant, intoning: "Novice Class, Male Scotch Collies! Numbers 64, 65, 66, 67." There was an absurd throbbing in Link Ferris's meridian. His calloused hands shook as he unchained Chum and motioned him to leap from the bench to the ground.
And he wondered why the golden prospect did not seem more alluring. Three times in the night Link got up to give the collie fresh water and to moisten and re-adjust the bandages. And, every time, the sight of his rescuer would cause the dog's tail to thump a joyous welcome and would fill the dark eyes with a loving gratitude which went straight to Ferris's lonely heart.
Ferris's curiosity was piqued, and feeling himself on the safe side of his visitor he meant to know why he had come on such an errand, or whether he had some kindlier motive, he could hardly have told himself, but he said, "I'm very sorry. Perhaps there is something else in which I could be of use to you." "Ah, I hardly know," cried Don Ippolito.
Ferris's taunt had reached its mark, and she realized with confusion that it was the truth he spoke. The fact that brought the blood to her cheeks would no longer be hidden, and she knew it was a longing to punish the lad who had struck down the man she loved that had led to her insistence on the former leaving Silverdale. It was a difficult admission, but she made it that night.
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