He'll be out again to-morrow all right, doctor says; and besides bein' rather uglier than common all day, I don't see no difference in him." John sighed, but not very heavily.
"I suppose if I had been nicer he might have missed me," he said; "but then, on the other hand, if he missed me, he wouldn't be so comfortable at my going away; so, you see!" Mr.Bill Hen did not see, but he said it was of no consequence.

Then, coming to the edge of the wharf, he shook hands all round, never noticing, in the preoccupation of his mind, the knife that Franci flashed and brandished in his eyes as a parting dramatic effect.

He held John's hand long, and seemed to labour for words, but found none; and so they slipped away and left him standing alone on the wharf, a forlorn figure.
Down the river! Sailing, sailing over the magical waters, past the fairy shores, already darkening into twilight shades of purple and gray.

The white schooner glided along, passing, as she had come, like a dream.

In the bow stood the Skipper, his eyes bent forward, his hand clasping fast the hand of the child.
"We go, Colorado!" he said.