'He's a stunning good fellow,' broke in Lance; 'he has seen an alligator, and ridden mustangs.'
'Never mind that now, Lance; I dare say he is very amusing, but—'
'Don't hinder me from going to him,' broke in the younger boy vehemently.
'If,' said Felix gravely, 'you can be quite sure my father would not mind it.'
Lance was nestling close up to him in the dark, and he was surprised to find that round face wet with tears. 'Papa would not let him lie dull and moped all day long,' he said. 'O Fee, I can't keep away; I am so sorry for him. When that terrible cramp comes, it is of no use to say those sort of things to him.'
'What sort of things?'
'Oh, you know; verses such as Papa used to have said to him. They weren't a bit of good. No, not though I did get the book Papa marked for Cherry.'
'You did!' gasped Cherry, who little thought that sacred possession of hers was even known to Master Lance.
'You'd have done it yourself, Cherry,' said the little boy, 'if you had only seen how bad he was; he got quite white, and had great drops on his forehead, and panted so, and would not let out a bit of a cry, only now and then a groan; and so I ran to get the verse Papa used to say over and over to you when your foot was bad. And I'm sure it was the right one, but—but—it did him no good, for, oh! he didn't know who our Saviour is;' and the little fellow clung to his brother in a passion of tears, while Felix felt a pang at the contrast.
'Have you been telling him, Lancey?' he asked.