You'll like Boswell--every one does--after
the first. He'll put you in the way of helping yourself, and your people
may still hold their belief about you and Jerry-Jo, since it makes things
easier for them."
"Yes; they must believe that until----" But Priscilla did not finish the
sentence.
The two sat silent for a few minutes while the tired dogs upon the hearth
breathed loud and evenly. Then at last Priscilla asked:
"When do we start, Master Farwell?"
"Start? Oh, to be sure. I had forgotten." Farwell roused himself from his
lethargy. "We start at once; in an hour or two at the latest. I will nap
here on the couch; you must rest as best you can. There's a long coat and
a hat in yonder bundle. They must serve you until you meet Boswell. He'll
rig you out in some town before you reach civilization. Here's the money;
take wallet and all. Hide it somewhere, Priscilla." Farwell was on his
feet and active once more.
"Go in an hour or two?" gasped Priscilla absentmindedly, following
Farwell's words and accepting the money with a long, tender look of
gratitude. "In an hour or two? Why, you've only just come in, Master
Farwell!"
"What matters? After to-morrow I shall have time to rest and sleep to my
fill.
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