"Your uncle and I was good friends once; we haven't seen each other so often of late years, but that ain't changed my feelin's.

Now you must go home and rest.

Don't let any of these"-- with a rather scornful glance at Josiah Badger and Ezekiel and the Reverend Absalom--"these Job's comforters bother you.

Nat, you see that they let her alone, won't you ?" Captain Nat nodded.

He, too, looked very grave and worn.