But Bud, he flushed up, pale as he was, and didn't answer his dad direct.

He turned to his mother and said: "Miss Lucy, dear, it would 'a' done yo' heart good to see the way them trust warehouses blazed up!" And the old lady, smiling and crying both to oncet, says, "God bless her brave boy." But the old gentleman looked mighty serious, and his worry settled into a frown between his eyes, and he turns to me and says: "Yo' must pardon us, sir, fo' neglecting to thank yo' sooner." I told him that would be all right, fur him not to worry none.

And him and me and Mandy, which was the nigger cook, got Bud into the house and into his bed.

And his mother gets that busy ordering Mandy and the old gentleman around, to get things and fix things, and make Bud as easy as she could, that you could see she was one of them kind of woman that gets a lot of satisfaction out of having some one sick to fuss over.

And after quite a while George gets back with Doctor Porter.
He sets Bud's arm, and he locates the bullet in him, and he says he guesses he'll do in a few weeks if nothing like blood poisoning nor gangrene nor inflammation sets in.
Only the doctor says he "reckons" instead of he "guesses," which they all do down there.