Chapter Twenty Four.
Abel’s night alarm.
“It’s no good, Bel,” said Dallas one day; “I can’t go begging round again. It’s not fair to the men. I must go down to the town and bring back as much as I can.”
“Very well,” said Abel. “When do you start?”
“To-morrow morning.”
“So soon? Well, if it has to be done, the sooner the better.”
“I can get back within four or five days, I believe, and I’ll ask Tregelly to come in once or twice to see you, so that you will not be so lonely.”
“You need not do that, because I shall not be here,” said Abel quietly.
“Not be here?”
“Of course not. I shall be with you.”