Finally The Duke agreed to go with him, and off they set, Bruce loudly protesting that he could get home alone and did not want anyone.
It was a dismal break-up to the meet, and we all went home feeling rather sick, so that it gave me no pleasure to find Moore waiting in my shack for my report of Bruce.

It was quite vain for me to make light of the accident to him.

His eyes were wide open with anxious fear when I had done.
"You needn't tell me not to be anxious," he said, "you are anxious yourself.

I see it, I feel it." "Well, there's no use trying to keep things from you," I replied, "but I am only a little anxious.

Don't you go beyond me and work yourself up into a fever over it." "No," he answered quietly, "but I wish his mother were nearer." "Oh, bosh, it isn't coming to that; but I wish he were in better shape.
He is broken up badly without this hole in him." He would not leave till I had promised to take him up the next day, though I was doubtful enough of his reception.