" Then he
blushed violently, seeking to hide the irritation of his tone under a
careless laugh.
"Oh, I don't mind the string," he went on; "that's easy mended, but I
happened to think it's a bad sign, that's all--to break down so in the
middle of a tune."
"Darn the sign!" exclaimed Harvey, "I wanted to hear that played
through."
"You remember Willie Reene?" Luther turned his eyes, still unnaturally
bright with excitement, towards George Olver.
"Ay, I remember," said George Olver. "I was goin' mackerellin' with ye
myself that time, only I wrinched my wrist so."
[Illustration: "Good Night"]
"We was out on deck together," Luther continued. "I was lying down,--it
was a strange, warmish sort of a night--and Willie played. He played a
long time. It was just in the middle of a tune he was playin',
that--snap! the string went in just that way. I never thought anything
about it. I tried to laugh him out of it, and he laughed, but says he,
'It's a bad sign, Lute.' Likely it had nothin' to do with it, but I think
of it sometimes, and then it seems as though I must go to that same place
and look for him again. I never done anything harder than when I left him
there.
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