Soon he would have to be making for what lea
the western shore offered; but he was holding to the middle of the
river as long as he could, because with every mile the shores were
growing more familiar, calling to him to make what speed he could.
Vashti's sobbing had grown small and ceased; he wondered if she had
fallen asleep.
Presently, however, he saw her face raised--a face still shining with
tears. She saw that he was watching her, and crouched low again. A
dash of spray spattered over her, and she looked up frightened,
glancing fearfully overside; then once more her eyes came back to him,
and this time she got up, still small and crouching, and made her way
slowly and painfully down the length of the boat, until at last Gideon
moved aside for her, and she sank in the bottom beside him, hiding her
eyes in her gingham sleeve.
Gideon stretched out a broad hand and touched her head lightly; and
with a tiny gasp her fingers stole up to his.
"Honey," said Gideon--"Honey, yo' ain' mad, is yo'?"
She shook her head, not looking at him.
"Yo' ain' grievin' foh yo' ma?"
Again she shook her head.
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