Woe to them if they had not carried out his orders! All three of the young men quaked, and Bull laid aside his book.
"We done it," answered Joe in a quavering voice.
"You done it ?" asked Bill.
"We--we dug her pretty well clear, then Bull pulled her up." Some of the wrath ebbed out of the face of Bill as he glanced at the huge form of Bull.

"Stand up!" he ordered.
Bull arose.
The keen eye of the old man went over him from head to foot slowly.
"Someday," he said slowly, speaking entirely to himself.
"Someday--maybe!" What he expected from Bull "someday" remained unknown.

The dishwashing was swiftly finished.

Then Uncle Bill made a feeble effort to get off his boots, but his strength had been ebbing for some time.

His sons dared not interfere as the old man leaned slowly over and strove to tug the boot from his wounded leg; but Bull remembered, all in a flood of tenderness, some half-dozen small, kind things that his uncle had said to him.
That was long, long ago, when the orphan came into the Campbell family.