“Shan’t. I’m tired. I don’t want to be roused up to look at a fly, or some stupid bird in a tree. You can look at it all to yourself.”
“Come here, will you?” I said so fiercely that he sprang up.
“What’s the matter?”
“Come and look here!”
He rose and came to me, looking wonderingly at my hands, which I held closely clasped together.
“What’s the matter?” he said; “cut yourself? Wait till I tear up my hank’chief.”
“No, no,” I panted, and the excitement I felt made me giddy.
“Well, I thought you hadn’t,” he cried. “Don’t bleed. Here, what is it? What’s the matter with you? You look as silly as a goose.”
I stared at him wildly, and no answer came.
“He’s going to be ill,” I heard Esau mutter, as he shook me angrily. “I say, don’t, don’t have no fevers nor nothink out here in this wild place where there’s no doctors nor chemists’ shops, to