It rather matched her hair and the tilt of her nose and the tone of her laugh as she answered: "I would say you carried him more like a sack of meal, Ba'tiste.

I'm glad I happened along when I did; you might have thrown him over your shoulder!" A booming laugh answered her and the sound of a light scuffle, as though the man were striving to catch the girl in his big embrace.

But the cold voice of Thayer cut in: "And he hasn't regained consciousness ?" "Not yet.

That is, I think he's recovered his senses, all right, and fallen immediately into a heavy sleep." "Guess I'll go in and stay with him until he wakes up.

He's my boss, you know--since the old man died.