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he porch to lift him to the couch, and she and the girl fanned him and chafed his thin wrists. When he came to himself he was intensely chagrined. "I'm all right," he said impatiently, sitting up. "I wish you wouldn't bother." "Lie still for a bit," said Mrs. King. "You've had a nasty faint." Honor saw his painful flush. "Cartie, it's no wonder you fainted,--I feel as if I might, any minute. And I did nearly faint once, didn't I, Mrs. King? The day I arrived here--remember?" She remembered all too keenly herself ... the instant of relaxed blackness that followed on the sound of Richard King's hearty voice--"Why, the boy's all right! Ab-so-lutely all right! Isn't he, Madeline? Steady as a clock. That college nonsense--" And the contrast between that day of faith triumphant and this dark night was so sharp and cruel that she could not talk any more, even to comfort Carter. They were all silent, so that they clearly heard the unlocking, the opening, the closing of the door of Jimsy's room, and then a step--a swift, sure step upon the stair. Then Yaqui Juan walked into the _sala_. "_Juan!_" They sprang at him, galvanized into life and vigor at the sight of him. But he stood still, staring at them with a look of scorn and dislike, his arms folded across his chest. "_Juan_," Mrs. King faltered,--"_no agua_?" It was incredible. He was back, safely back, untouched, not even breathing hard. Where was the water he had risked his life to bring them? The Englishwoman began to cry, childishly, whimpering. "I can't bear it ... I can't bear it ... I wanted it for Rich' ... for Rich'!" The Indian did not speak, but his scornful, accusing eyes, raking them all, came to rest on Honor, fixing her with pitiless intensity. The girl was shaking so that she could hardly stand; she caught hold of the back of a tall chair to steady herself. "Juan,--you came out of Senor Don Diego's room?" she whispered. "_Si, Senorita._" He was watching the dawning light in her face, but the sternness of his own did not soften. "You didn't go at all," wept Mrs. King, rocking to and fro and wringing her hands. "You didn't go at all!" "_No, Senora._" Honor Carmody screamed, a hoarse, exultant shout. It was as she had screamed in the old good days when Jimsy King, the ball clutched to his side, tore down the field and went over the line for a touchdown. "Jimsy went! Jimsy went! _Jimsy went!_ It was Jimsy! _Jimsy!_" She flung her arms over h
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