The obedient fellow did as he was bid, and followed Joyce into the house and to Calhoun’s room.
“Take him to the carriage,” whispered Joyce.
The stalwart Abe took Calhoun in his arms as if he had been a child, and carried him to the carriage.
“Now, Abe, remember and do just as I told you,” said Joyce.
“Yes, Missy, I ’member ebberyting.”
She went to the side of the carriage, arranged the pillows and comforts around Calhoun, and then gave him her hand. “Good-bye,” she whispered; “may God keep you safe.”
The hand was cold as death, and Calhoun felt that she was trembling violently.
“Joyce! Joyce! is this to be our leave-taking?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Are you not coming to see me where I am going?”