My fingers kept feeling around in my pocket fur something that wasn't there.

But my brain couldn't remember what my fingers was feeling fur.

Then it come on me sudden it was a buckeye I picked up in the woods in Indiany one day, and I had lost it.

I ain't superstitious about buckeyes or horse-shoes, but remembering I had lost it somehow made me feel worse.

But Doctor Kirby had a good holt on himself; his face was a bit redder'n usual, and his eyes was sparkling, and he was both eager and watchful.