"Well, ain"t you been seein" him every day fo" risin" two weeks and upwards?--ain"t you sat by him hours at a stretch?" demanded Mr.
Cavendish fiercely.
Sho--that didn"t count, he only kept a mutterin"--sho!--arollin" his head sideways, sho! And their six tow heads were rolled to ill.u.s.trate their meaning. And a-pluckin" at a body"s hands!--and they plucked at Mr. Cavendish"s hands. Sho--did he say why he done that?
"If you-all will quit yo" noise and dress, you-all kin presently set by the pore gentleman. If you don"t, I"ll have to speak to yo" mother; I "low she"ll trim you! I reckon you-all don"t want me to call her? No, by thunderation!--because you-all know she won"t stand no nonsense! She"ll fan you; she"ll take the flat of her hand to you-all and make you skip some; I reckon I"d get into my pants befo" she starts on the warpath. I wouldn"t give her no such special opportunity as you"re offerin"!"
Mr. Cavendish"s voice and manner had become entirely confidential and sympathetic, and though fear of their mother could not be said to bulk high on their horizon, yet the small Cavendishes were persuaded by sheer force of his logic to withdraw and dress. Their father hurried back to Yancy.
"I was just thinkin", sir," he said, "that if it would be any comfort to you, we"ll tie up to the bank right here and wait until you can travel.
I"m powerfully annoyed at having fetched you all this way!"
But Yancy shook his head.
"I"ll be glad to go on to Memphis with you. If my nevvy got away from Murrell, that"s where I"ll find him. I reckon folks will be kind to him and sort of help him along. Why, he ain"t much mo" than knee high!"
"Sh.o.r.e they will! there"s a lot of good in the world, so don"t you fret none about him!" cried Polly.
"I can"t do much else, ma"am, than think of him bein" lonesome and hungry, maybe--and terribly frightened. What do you-all suppose he thought when he woke up and found me gone?" But neither Polly nor her husband had any opinion to venture on this point. "If I don"t find him in Memphis I"ll take the back track to No"th Carolina, stoppin" on the way to see that man Slosson."
"Well, I "low there"s a fit comin" to him when he gets sight of you!"
and Cavendish"s bleached blue eyes sparkled at the thought.
"There"s a heap mo" than a fit. I don"t bear malice, but I stay mad a long time," answered Yancy grimly:
"You shouldn"t talk no mo"," said Polly. "You must just lay quiet and get yo" strength back. Now, I"m goin" to fix you a good meal of vittles." She motioned Cavendish to follow her, and they both withdrew from the shanty.
Yancy closed his eyes, and presently, lulled by the soft ripple that bore them company, fell into a restful sleep.
"When he told us of his nevvy, d.i.c.k, and I got to thinkin" of his bein"
just the age of our Richard, I declare it seemed like something got in my throat and I"d choke. Do you reckon he"ll ever find him?" said Polly, as she busied herself with preparations for their breakfast.
"I hope so, Polly!" said Cavendish, but her words were a powerful a.s.sault on his feelings, which at all times lay close to the surface and were easily stirred.
Under stress of his emotions, he now enjoined silence on his family, fortifying the injunction with dire threats as to the consequences that would descend with lightning--like suddenness on the head of the unlucky sinner who forgot and raised his voice above a whisper. Then he despatched a chicken; sure sign that he and Polly considered their guest had reached the first stage of convalescence.
CHAPTER XVIII. AN ORPHAN MAN OF t.i.tLE
The raft drifted on into the day"s heat; and when at last Yancy awoke, it was to find Henry and Keppel seated beside him, each solacing him with a small moist hand, while they regarded him out of the serious unblinking eyes of childhood.
"Howdy!" said he, smiling up at them.
"Howdy!" they answered, a sociable grin puckering their freckled faces.
"Do you find yo"self pretty well, sir?" inquired Keppel.
"I find myself pretty weak," replied Yancy.
"Me and Kep has been watching fo" to keep the flies from stinging you,"
explained Henry.
"We-all takes turns doin" that," Keppel added.
"Well, and how many of you-all are there?" asked Yancy.
"There"s six of we-uns and the baby."
They covertly examined this big bearded man who had lost his nevvy, and almost his life. They had overheard their father and mother discuss his plans and knew when he was recovered from his wounds if he did not speedily meet up with his nevvy at a place called Memphis, he was going back to Lincoln County, which was near where they came from, to have the hide off a gentleman of the name of Slosson. They imagined the gentleman named Slosson would find the operation excessively disagreeable; and that Yancy should be recuperating for so unique an enterprise invested him with a romantic interest. Henry squirmed closer to the rec.u.mbent figure on the bed.
"Me and Kep would like mighty well to know how you-all are goin" to strip the hide offen to that gentleman"s back," he observed.
Yancy instantly surmised that the reference was to Slosson.
"I reckon I"ll feel obliged to just naturally skin him," he explained.
"Sho", will he let you do that?" they demanded.
"He won"t be consulted none. And his hide will come off easy once I get hold of him by the scruff of the neck." Yancy"s speech was gentle and his lips smiling, but he meant a fair share of what he said.
"Sho", is that the way you do it?" And round-eyed they gazed down on this fascinating stranger.
"I may have to touch him up with a tickler," continued Yancy, who did not wish to prove disappointing. "I reckon you-all know what a tickler is?"
They nodded.
"What if Mr. Slosson totes a tickler, too?" asked Keppel insinuatingly.
This opened an inviting field for conjecture.
"That won"t make no manner of difference. Why? Because it"s a powerful drawback fo" a man to know he"s in the wrong, just as it"s a heap in yo"
favor to know you"re in the right."
"My father"s got a tickler; I seen it often," vouchsafed Henry.
"It"s a foot long, with a buck horn handle. Gee whiz!--he keeps it keen; but he never uses it on no humans," said Keppel.
"Of course he don"t; he"s a high-spirited, right-actin" gentleman.
But what do you reckon he"d feel obliged to do if a body stole one of you-all?" inquired Yancy.
"Whoop! He"d carve "em deep!" cried Keppel.
At this moment Mrs. Cavendish appeared, bringing Yancy"s breakfast. In her wake came Connie with the baby, and the three little brothers who were to be accorded the cherished privilege of seeing the poor gentleman eat.
"You got a nice little family, ma"am," said Yancy.
"Well, I reckon n.o.body complains mo" about their children than me, but I reckon n.o.body gets mo" comfort out of their children either. I hope you-all are a-goin" to be able to eat, you ain"t had much nourishment.
La, does yo" shoulder pain you like that? Want I should feed you?"