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Presently he looked at Drew's face. It had paled from emotion, and shone white in the shadow of the porch. "You look peaked." Filmer's words brought the boy back to earth. "Been through a long siege, maybe?" "Oh, overstudy and weak lungs!" Drew spoke cheerfully. "Bad combination, you know, and I didn't pull in as soon as I should have. I crammed for exams. Made them, and then collapsed.
This was either one of the wealthy planters of the district or some important inhabitant of Cadiz. There was a wagon drawing up behind him, a span of well-cared-for mules in harness with a Negro driver. The mules held Drew's attention. King's reaction to that sudden whistle was a warning. He had no wish to ride such an animal into a picket skirmish.
"I'll wager we find her down the lane taking Widow Drew's apple blossoms," remarked Tavia, as she and Dorothy started for home. "She may be going to another party and want a change of decorations, she wore honey-suckle last time." "Hush!" Dorothy interrupted, "I thought I heard " "Some one moan? So did I," declared Tavia. They listened a moment. "There it is again," said Dorothy.
Her hand was in the middle of Drew's back, gathering up a good pleating of linen, but he still had extra folds of cloth to spare over his ribs. Four days of rest and plenty of food was not sufficient to restore any padding to his frame. "You certainly grew one way, but not the other!" Boyd, established in the big chair by the window, laughed. "I could take a few tucks," Drew offered.
I suppose he thought I was going to show cause why his doors ought to have another coat of varnish. "'Hallo, Mitchell! he said, 'how's painting? "'Doctor! I said, 'what am I going to do about this business? "'What business? "'Jack Drew's. "He looked at me sideways the swift haunted look. Then he walked on without a word, for half a dozen yards, hands behind, and studying the dust.
"Boyd ... on his other side! We'll try gettin' him across together." "Yes, Drew." Boyd's voice sounded unsteady, but he did not hesitate to bring his own mount in on Croxton's right. "You'd best let me take that theah jump first, soldier." The stranger sent his horse in ahead of Drew's. "It don't necessarily foller that because that's water a man can jus' natcherly git hisself across in one piece.
This ain't " Drew's thoughts flitted back to his meeting with Aunt Marianna on the Lexington road "all saber wavin' and chargin' the enemy and playin' hero to the home folks; this is sweatin' and dirt on you and your clothes, goin' mighty hungry, and cold and wet when it's the season for goin' cold and wet. It's takin' a lot of the bad, with not much good.
She realized enough of the fervor of Drew's passion to know that he was in deadly earnest and would brook no rivalry. Tyke had been enjoying himself hugely from the start. He had utterly cast aside all thoughts of the business he had left behind him, and when Drew sometimes referred to it he refused to listen.
"Very well, sir," replied the mate, with a curious expression on his face. As he turned away, his one eye fell on Drew. They had not met since the fight two days before. They stared at each other for several seconds, until Ditty's eye fell before the concentrated fury in those of the young man. Ruth, who had witnessed the interchange of looks, put her hand lightly on Drew's arm.
Drew's fingers touched a burning-hot cheek. "Got ... me ... sniffles." Boyd's mumble ended in another bout of those sharp coughs. "'Member sniffles? Hot soup an' bricks in bed, an' onion cloth for the throat...." He repeated all the Oak Hill remedies for a severe cold.
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