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Chrisfield saw Judkins standing over him, a grin on his large red face. He got to his feet and sat sulkily in his chair again. Andrews was already sitting opposite him, looking impassive as ever. The tables were full now. Someone was singing in a droning voice. "O the oak and the ash and the weeping willow tree, O green grows the grass in God's countree!" "Ole Indiana," shouted Chris.
"Then," went on Judkins, trying to imitate the Colonel's solemn efficient voice, "'On the subject of prisoners'" he hiccoughed and made a limp gesture with his hand "'On the subject of prisoners, well, I'll leave that to you, but juss remember...juss remember what the Huns did to Belgium, an' I might add that we have barely enough emergency rations as it is, and the more prisoners you have the less you fellers'll git to eat."
Under one of the sheds they found a table on which a great many pears were set to ripen. Chrisfield put his teeth into one. The rich sweet juice ran down his chin. He ate the pear quickly and greedily, and then bit into another. "Fill yer pockets with 'em," whispered Judkins. "They might ketch us." "Ketch us, hell. We'll be goin' into the offensive in a day or two."
Black Star stamped his iron-shod hoofs and tossed his beautiful head, and eyed her with knowing eyes. "Judkins, I give Bells to you," said Jane. "I hope you will always keep him and be good to him." Judkins mumbled thanks that he could not speak fluently, and his eyes flashed. Lassiter strapped Jane's saddle-bags upon Black Star, and led the racers out into the court.
It was a large square head with closely cropped light hair and porcelain-blue eyes under lids that showed white in the red sunburned face, and a square jaw made a little grey by the sprouting beard. "Say, Andy, how the hell long have we all been in this goddam train?... Ah've done lost track o' the time...." "What's the matter; are you gettin' old, Chris?" asked Judkins laughing.
"Hasn't Lassiter made a break yet?" inquired Venters, curiously. "Naw!" replied Judkins, scornfully. "Jane turned his head. He's mad in love over her follers her like a dog. He ain't no more Lassiter! He's lost his nerve, he doesn't look like the same feller. It's village talk. Everybody knows it. He hasn't thrown a gun, an' he won't!" "Jud, I'll bet he does," replied Venters, earnestly.
She brought out her own little fund, swollen by several shillings taken from one of the sovereigns given her, and proved that there was enough here to keep them till she began to earn wages again; and Mrs. Judkins allowed herself at last to be persuaded, feeling that a chance had come for the girl which must not be allowed to pass. So Nelly's apprenticeship began.
Saturday was very cold. We had heard at Queenstown, from a note from Capt. Stone to Judkins, that icebergs had been seen on the homeward passage, and at 3 o'clock we saw ahead of us something which looked like the wreck of a steamer but which was pronounced to be ice. It was about 10 miles off.
"I ain't insinuatin' nothin', Miss Withersteen," answered Judkins, with spirit. "I know what I'm talking about. I didn't want to tell you." "Oh, I can't believe that! I'll not believe it! Would Tull leave my herds at the mercy of rustlers and wolves just because because ? No, no! It's unbelievable."
"I moved up some, near the spring, an' now I go there nights." "Judkins the white herd?" queried Jane, hurriedly. "Miss Withersteen, I make proud to say I've not lost a steer. Fer a good while after thet stampede Lassiter milled we hed no trouble. Why, even the sage dogs left us.
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