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This remark was addressed to his companion as the two passed into the next car. Tode chuckled outright this time; he had a new idea. "That's the talk," he informed himself. "I'm his servant; just it prezackly much obliged. I hadn't thought of that arrangement before, but I like the plan first rate. Maybe Wolfie and I will get another night or so together by the means."
"Yes, but I didn't do it straight off, and at first I meant to keep it." "Which was bad, decidedly, and I don't think you will do it again. Can you write?" "Yes, sir," Tode answered him, proudly. "You may write your name on that card for me." Tode obeyed with alacrity, and wrote in capitals, because he had a dim notion that capitals belonged especially to names: T O D E M A L L.
Tode opened his lips to speak, then suddenly remembering, slightly shook his head while the colour mounted in his pale cheeks. "He acts like a deaf mute, certainly," muttered the doctor, and stepping to the head of the bed he pulled out his watch and held it first to one and then the other of Tode's ears, but out of his sight.
Tode looked uncomfortable and tried to squirm out of the man's grasp a fruitless effort, for his strength availed nothing against that iron grip. The boy had no idea what "'dentify" might mean but he had his reasons for preferring to keep at a distance from the guardians of the law. There was no help for it, however, so with many inward misgivings, he submitted and waited for the ambulance.
The awful night, those dreadful eyes, and the peace in which he laid down and slept at last. "Oh, ho," he said to himself, "some other fellow has had a time of it, too, I guess, and put it in the Bible. I'm glad I've found out about it just as I did." Tode didn't mean to be irreverent.
Birge announced his text, reading it from that same great book, and Tode's heart fluttered with delighted expectation as he heard the words, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." The very name! and of all news this, that he passes by. Oh, Tode wanted so to see him, to hear about him. He sat erect, and his dark cheek flushed with excitement as he listened eagerly to every word.
A moment of earnest thought, then Tode held up his head and walked firmly on. "I mean to be," he said, with a ring in his voice that meant decision. Tode was dusting and putting in order a lately vacated room one morning. He was whistling, too; he whistled a great deal these days, and felt very bright and happy.
Whereat the gray eyes opposite looked wonderingly at him. "I like that. Now, what do they say?" "Oh they just pray a little simple word just to say thank you to the Lord, you know." "And do you want me to do it?" "Well, I think it would be nice and proper like, if you felt like it." Reverently Tode closed his eyes, and reverently and simply did he offer his thanksgiving.
The cold perspiration started on his forehead and his heart throbbed heavily at the thought, and he felt a wild desire to run on and on till he had left that dark heap in the dark alley, miles and miles behind him. Then came a flash of hope. Perhaps after all Tode was not so badly hurt. Perhaps he had been shamming just to scare them.
So he eluded sharp eyes and hoodwinked sharp people; he commended himself for being a cute, and, withal, a lucky fellow. On the whole, although Tode was certainly clad in decent garments, and slept in a comfortable bed, and was to all outward appearances earning a respectable living, I can not say that I think he was really improving.
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