Then, for the second time that night, a clammy sweat broke out upon my face. Ammon! The Havering! My father!
"Rat," said I, "I must for home at once."
"Whoy, zur, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Naught, but I must away at once."
"I be afeard thou canst not walk," said he. "Take one more pull at this fust."
He held the bottle to my lips.
"No, not a drop. Give me a hand up, man, that's all," said I.
He did it, and, staggering to my feet, I stood there swaying for a moment, giddy and bewildered. Then, when I had mastered this unsteadiness, I took Dan's hand and said: "You've saved my life, and I shall not forget it."
The trusty fellow rubbed a sleeve across his mouth but answered nothing; then his hand went down into his pocket and came forth glittering with gold.
"See here," said he, with something of a shame-faced look, "I found this on the grass beside thee. Doubtless he meant to take it with him, but----"