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Updated: June 28, 2025
Prebol was sleeping and there was colour in his cheeks, enough to make them look more natural. When Doctor Grell arrived, just as the three sat down to breakfast, he cheered them with the information that Prebol was coming through though the shadow had rested close to him. None of them admitted, even to himself, the strain the wounded man had been and was on their nerves.
And if he would have cursed that name in his consciousness, out of the depths of his soul it came with softness and gentleness of affection. Buck wondered what Jest Prebol had done to Sadie that she had driven him down there, and he cursed with his own lips, while he stifled in the depths of his own soul another name.
"Well, old sport, looks like you'd got mussed up some?" the doctor inquired. "Yas, suh," Prebol grinned, feebly, his senses curiously clear. "Hit don't pay none to mind a lady's business fo' her, no suh!" "A lady shot you, eh?" "Yas, suh," Prebol grinned. "'Peahs like I be'n floatin' about two mile high like a flock o' ducks. Where all mout I be?" "Little Prairie Bend." "Into that bar eddy theh?"
Rasba demanded, grasping one fact. "Sho!" Prebol grinned. "Who all mout yo' be?" "Elijah Rasba," was the reply. "I am seeking a soul lost from the sheepfold of God. I ask but the strength to find him." "A parson?" Prebol asked, doubtfully, his eyes resting a little in their uneasy flickerings. "One of them missionaries?" "No, suh." Rasba shook his head, humbly.
"Now what the boys goin' to do when they make a haul?" Prebol demanded in great disgust of Parson Rasba. "Fust the planters shot up whiskey boats; then the towns went dry, an' now they closed up Palura's an' shot him daid. Wouldn't hit make yo' sick, Parson! They ain't no fun left nowheres for good sports." Rasba could not make any comment. He was far from sure of his understanding.
Thus the four gossiped, and when Doctor Grell had taken his departure the three talked together about the river and its wonders. At intervals they went over to look after Prebol whose chief requirement was quiet, meat broths, and his medicines. As night drew down Drones turned to Buck: "It's goin' to be hard leaving the riveh! I neveh will forget, Buck.
"Hit's easy to git shut of sin, away long in the beginnin'," Rasba bit his words out, "but when yo' git a long ways down into hit Ho law!" Prebol started, caught by surprise. Then both laughed together.
Caope spoke up, tartly, and Nelia looked at her gratefully. "Hit takes a bullet to learn fellers like Jest Prebol an' him thinkin' he's so smart an' such a lady killer. I bet he knows theh's some ladies that's men killers, too, now. Next time he meets a lady he'll wait to be invited 'fore he lands into the same eddy with her, even if hit's a three-mile eddy." "Theh's Mrs.
While he talked, Prebol slyly watched his listener and thought for a long time that Rasba was merely dumbfounded by the atrocities, but at last the Prophet grinned: "An' yo's a riveh rat. Ho law!" "Why, I didn't say " Prebol began, but his words faltered. "Yo' know right smart about such things," Rasba reminded him.
He went in to see Prebol, who was lonesome and wanted to talk a little. "What you going to do, Parson?" Prebol asked. "I'd kind-a like to get to see shanty-boaters, and talk to them," the man answered. "I wonder couldn't yo' sort of he'p me; tell me where I mout begin and where it'd he'p the most, an' hurt people's feelin's the least? I'd jes' kind-a like to be useful.
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