The Texan Star: The Story of a Great Fight for LibertyAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Texan Star: The Story of a Great Fight for Liberty
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
Texas -- Fiction
He lay a while, thinking on the chances of fate. They had served him
ill, for a long time. Had the turn now come? He did not know it, but it
was the human companionship, the friendly voice that had raised such a
great hope in his breast. He glided from thought into a peaceful sleep
and slept a long time, without dreams or even vague, floating visions.
His breath came long and full at regular intervals, and with every beat
of his pulse new strength flowed into his body. While he slept nature
was hard at work, rebuilding the strong young frame which had yielded
only to overpowering circumstances.
Ned ate his breakfast voraciously the next day and wanted more. Dinner
also left him hungry, but, carrying out his original plan, he
counterfeited weakness, and, before the soldier left, lay down upon the
pallet as if he were too languid to care for anything. He disposed of
supper in similar fashion, and then waited with a throbbing pulse for
the second call from the senior member of the firm of White & Fulton.
After an incredible period of waiting he heard the slight rasping of the
fork in the keyhole. Then the door was opened and the older partner
entered. Before speaking he carefully relocked the door.
"I believe you're glad to see me," he said to Ned. "You're sitting up. I
don't think I ever before saw a boy improve so much in twenty-four
hours. I'll just feel your pulse. It will be one of my duties as senior
partner to practice medicine for a little while. Yes, it's a strong
pulse, a good pulse. You're quite clear of fever. You need nothing now
but your strength back again, and we'll wait for that. All things come
to him who waits, if he doesn't die of old age first."
His talk was so rapid and cheerful that he seemed fairly to radiate
vigor. It was a powerful tonic to Ned who felt so strong that he was
prepared to attempt escape at once. But Obed shook his head when he
suggested it.
"That strength comes from your feelings," he said. "All that glitters
isn't gold or silver or any other precious metal. That false strength
would break down under a long and severe test. We'll just wait and plan.
For what we're going to undertake you're bound to have every ounce of
vigor that you can accumulate."
"You've been able to go out in the hall when you chose, then why haven't
you gone away already?" asked Ned.
"I didn't get my key perfected until a few days ago, and then as I heard
you yelling in here I decided to find out about you. Two are company;
one is none, and so we formed a partnership. Now when the firm acts both
partners must act."
Ned did not reply directly. He did not know how to thank him for his
generosity.
"Have you explored the hall?" he asked.
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