I must do
something to relieve you."
"Oh, now, miss," he replied, forcing a ghastly sort of smile, "I'm
all right, I be--well, I am. Bless your kind heart! Don't worry
about me. I'll smoke my pipe and go to sleep pretty soon. You look
tired yourself, little one. I will feel better if you won't worry
about me, I be--well, I will. I'm just like the other fellows, you
know."
"I reckon you are a brave, good-hearted man, to think of others when
I KNOW you are suffering so much. I am having very strong soup made
for one of our men, and I'll bring you some by and by," and with a
lingering, troubled look into his rugged face, she departed.
His eyes followed her until she disappeared.
"Yarry, you are rewarded," Captain Hanfield remarked.
"--my reward. Fellers, she's just wearin' herself out for us. I
don't want no reward for anything I can do for her. Well, I'm goin'
to shut up now. The only thing I can do for her is to hold my tongue
till it can't wag. I told her I'd smoke my pipe and go to sleep.
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