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His increasing his usual morning visit to glance at the slowly mending fracture was sufficient to make Thayor inquire anxiously about the little Frenchman's condition. "Is poor Le Boeuf worse?" he asked the doctor as they sat over their cigars in the den after dinner. Sperry rose, bent over the lamp chimney and kindled the end of a fresh Havana.
There was nothing strange in the fact that when Alice Thayor saw Big Shanty Camp she made no comment. It was a bitter disappointment to Thayor, yet he knew in his heart that he could not have expected her to do otherwise. Having reached her exile she had been careful to conceal any outward expression of her approval or dislike.
"Because ye've been good to me," replied the hide-out; "that's why I come; I wanted to do ye a good turn I ain't got nothin' else to give ye." "Good to you I don't understand." "I come to thank ye, Mr. Thayor. I see ye once the day ye got the buck. Father told me your name after ye'd gone.
He had asked the question before, but Thayor only waved his hand saying he would wait until they reached camp so all could hear the story. "What did they say to me, Hite? They told me for one thing that they had done their best to find me, and I guess that was true," and he smiled grimly. "And now, who do you think was leading them, Billy?" "Shank Dollard, I guess," returned Holcomb.
Gosh! how she's riz!" he remarked, as Thayor re-settled himself. "If you was to hear me shoot," said the old man, as he took his leave, "come back up to whar I be. 'T ain't more 'n half a mile."
When at last it was ready Blakeman started to serve it. Thayor caught his butler's eye and motioned him to a seat beside him. "You are as hungry as the rest of us," he said with an effort; "there's no need of formality here, Blakeman." He glanced with a peculiar, weary smile from one to another of the little group squatting around the improvised meal, and his voice faltered.
He's too mysterious in his movements whanging off at night to catch a train and turning up again sometimes before daylight." "Yet you say he is a good worker," interrupted Thayor, settling in his chair. "There isn't a lazy bone in him," confessed Holcomb.
The pain was intense, both bones of the forearm the ulnar and radius being shattered transversely, the ulnar poking through the flesh in an ugly blue wound. When Thayor and the doctor reached him, the Clown was holding the broken arm taut he had to keep up a steady pull, for with the slightest release the knotty sinews and muscles would cause the broken forearm to fly back at right angles.
"You see," she explained frankly, putting forth her trim boot, "my daughter and I wear the same size." Again Margaret and Holcomb took the lead. Thayor and Alice followed them leisurely, Thayor talking of his purchase of which he had yet only seen a small portion, Alice listening eagerly. During a pause she said carelessly: "It must be frightfully hot in town, Sam.
Alice Thayor slept soundly until midnight, then she lay awake until the first glimmer of dawn. She half rose upon her elbow and looked calmly at the face of her husband asleep next to her. It seemed strange to her to be sleeping next to him. His face was drawn and haggard; he breathed heavily.
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