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He did not immediately crawl between the blankets, however, because interesting things were happening over at Jim Cassidy's car. Casey watched Jim Cassidy go picking his way amongst the tree roots and camp litter, his back straightened under the load of hootch he was carrying to Smiling Lou's car. With Jim Cassidy also, Smiling Lou was crisply official.
You'd go on talking just the same; ain't that so, Willis?" "I talk when I have anything to say," was the girl's curt answer, "but at present, if you please, I am addressing Miss Marvin!" "Dear me, how respectful we are to some folks!" was the mocking reply. "How did you manage, Lou, to get that handle before the Marvin?" "Oh, do shut up!" was Lou's emphatic reply.
The fire had died out of Lou's face and she replied composedly: "What for? He don't matter any more, does he? We're goin' on." The last sentence recalled his problem once more to his mind. What in the world was he to do with this young creature whom fate had thrust upon his hands?
The enthusiastic admiration which she had denied to her first view of the great river glowed now in Lou's eyes, and she stood transfixed. "What is it, Jim? The pretty lady on the horse an' the other one up on the swing thing without without any skirt to her, and the man with the funny pants an' the big hat that's shootin' "
That outburst of grief and the relief of tears given by kindly nature was the decisive point in Miss Lou's convalescence. She was almost carried back to her room and slept till late the following day. When she awoke she felt that her strength was returning, and with it came the courage to take up the burdens of life.
She sat with the ease that belongs to persons of an essentially happy nature, who can find a comfortable spot almost anywhere; who are supple, and quick in adapting themselves to circumstances. After a final swish, Emil snapped the gate and sprang into the cart, holding his scythe well out over the wheel. "There," he sighed. "I gave old man Lee a cut or so, too. Lou's wife needn't talk.
"Who's your mos' nintimate friend?" was what Emmy Lou understood her to whisper. Emmy Lou had no idea what a nintimate friend might be. She did not know what to do. "Haven't you got one?" demanded Hattie. Emmy Lou shook her head. Hattie put her lips close to Emmy Lou's ear. "Let's us be nintimate friends," said Hattie. Though small in knowledge, Emmy Lou was large in faith.
With the unerring instinct of a scout the soldier led the way hour after hour toward the point where he expected to find the Union cavalry force. On the way he and Chunk compared notes, and thus Scoville more truly understood Miss Lou's position. "We must be back to-morrow afternoon," he said, "in time to prevent this marriage. So, Chunk, be careful.
Then his pent-up emotions broke their bounds in one deep, shuddering breath, and he sank down beside the boulder, flung his tensed arms across it, and buried his face on them. At last he spoke, hoarsely, and without raising his head. "I done my damnedest ter kill ye, an' now yo' ... yo' saves Lou's life fer me.
"You mean that that with the egg-wagon? He was givin' us a lift into Riverburgh; we're just traveling through," Lou added shortly. "Did he pick you up back near his place?" At Lou's nod the woman exclaimed: "Then you two haven't had a bite of dinner! You put your things to soak and I'll go right in the house and get you up a little something; it's past two."
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