“Ye take my appetite,” said he. “Come on, Smith.”
But Smith would not obey until he had had his fill.
“Come on,” he ordered Herbert at last.
Herbert rose, stiff and trembling. Then he sat down heavily.
“Come on,” commanded Sheldon roughly. “We spent enough time foolin’ with you!”
“How can they walk who haven’t et?” demanded Jinny. “When he has had some o’ the food that tantalizes his senses, then he can walk.”
“Git him some.”
Herbert ate slowly. He did not mean to delay the start; it seemed a year since he had seen Elizabeth; but he was afraid to eat rapidly.
“He has a delicate stomick,” said Black Smith, grinning.
Herbert rose once more.