“Off he went, and the next thing I knew the Edwards door opened, and I heard somebody callin' my name. I went acrost, walkin' in a kind of daze, and there, in the doorway, with the lamp shinin' on 'em, was Cap'n Sol and Olive. The tears was wet on her cheeks, but she was smilin' in a kind of shy, half-believin' sort of way, and as for Sol, he was one broad, satisfied grin.
“'Cap'n,' I begun, 'I just heard the everlastin'est news that—'
“'Shut up, Sim!' he orders, cheerful. 'You've been a mighty good friend to both of us, and I want you to be the fust to shake hands.'
“'Shake hands?' I stammers, lookin' at 'em. 'WHAT? You don't mean—'
“'I mean shake hands. Don't you want to?'
“Want to! I give 'em both one more look, and then we shook, up to the elbows; and my grin had the Cap'n's beat holler.
“'Sim,' he says, after I'd cackled a few minutes, 'I cal'late maybe that white horse is well by this time. P'r'aps we might move a little faster. I'm kind of anxious to get to Main Street.'
“Then I remembered. 'Great gosh all fish-hooks!' I sings out. 'Main Street? Why, there AIN'T no Main Street!'
“And I gives 'em Cornelius's news. The widow's smile faded out.
“'Oh!' says she. 'O Solomon! And I got you into all this trouble!'