"For why you do like that? You're a fool, Jimmy!"
"I be, I be," said the old man in a whisper, and let his hand rest on
Duc's shoulder.
"I'll fix the bread sweet next time, Jimmy."
"No, no," said the husky voice peevishly. "She'll do it—Liddy'll do it.
Liddy's comin'."
"All right, Jimmy. All right."
After a moment Throng shook his head feebly and said, scarcely above a whisper:
"But I be a durn fool—when she's not here."
Duc nodded and gave him more whisky and herbs. "My feet's cold," said the old man, and Duc wrapped a bearskin round his legs.
II
For miles Pierre and Halby rode without a word. Then they got down and walked for a couple of miles, to bring the blood into their legs again.