Over me, away off, as if from the heavens, I heard a
sonorous rumble of mystery words. I felt a hand softly stroking my
brow. But I didn't care. It was only Dutch, a foolish charm, a
heritage of barbarity and ignorance, but I was too weary to protest.
It entertained John Shadrack's widow, and I was going to sleep.
Tip was waiting for me to awake.
"I've got the mule," he said, when I opened my eyes, "and I thought you
was never goin' to quit sleepin'; I thought the widder was joshin' me
when she said you was all right; I thought mebbe she had drumpt it, she
sees so much in dreams."
"What day is this?" I asked.
"Sunday," Tip answered. "I 'low we'll start at daybreak to-morrow, and
by sundown we'll be in Six Stars."
"In Six Stars!" said I. "I thought you'd left Six Stars forever."
"That ain't here nor there," he snapped. "I've got to git you back."
"Then you won't go to-morrow," said I. "Look here--I can just lift my
hands to my head--that's all. It'll take a whole week's powwowing to
get me to sit up even.
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