The Prodigal Judge by Vaughan Kester
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family, fortifying the injunction with dire threats as to the
consequences that would descend with lightning--like suddenness on the head of the unlucky sinner who forgot and raised his voice above a whisper. Then he despatched a chicken; sure sign that he and Polly considered their guest had reached the first stage of convalescence. CHAPTER XVIII AN ORPHAN MAN OF TITLE The raft drifted on into the day's heat; and when at last Yancy awoke, it was to find Henry and Keppel seated beside him, each solacing him with a small moist hand, while they regarded him out of the serious unblinking eyes of childhood. "Howdy!" said he, smiling up at them. "Howdy!" they answered, a sociable grin puckering their freckled faces. "Do you find yo'self pretty well, sir?" inquired Keppel. "I find myself pretty weak," replied Yancy. "Me and Kep has been watching fo' to keep the flies from stinging |
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