Chapter 29
We went out to see Yank, with the full intention of spending the evening and cheering him up. He was dozing, restless, waking and sleeping by fits and starts. We sat around in the awkward fashion peculiar to very young boys in the sickroom; and then, to our vast relief, were shoved out by Se*** More*. With her we held a whispered conversation outside, and completed satisfactory arrangements for Yank’s keep. She was a chuckling, easy-going, motherly sort of creature, and we were very lucky to have her. Then we returned in the gathering dusk to our camp under the trees across the way. A man rose from a seat against a tree trunk. “Good evenin’, stranger,” said he. “Good evening,” responded Johnny guardedly. “You are the man who stuck up Scar-face Charley in Morton’s place, ain’t you?” “W
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