Emson was silent for a few minutes, and then he said softly:
“Yes: I feel as if I can get better now; not that I care for the riches for riches’ sake, Dyke, but because— Are you listening, little un?”
Dyke was fast asleep, and a few minutes later Emson was sleeping too, and dreaming of faces at home in the old country welcoming him back, not for the sake of the wealth he brought, but because he was once more a hale, strong man.
Chapter Twenty Eight.
The Change that came.
“It’s to-morrow morning, little un.”
Dyke did not stir, but he seemed to hear the words.
“Do you hear, little un? Tumble up and bustle. Let’s have a comfortable meal when he joins us. Do you hear, sir? Are you going to sleep all day?”