The doctor felt it too, I could see that.

But neither one of us said anything about it to the other.
Along toward dusk we takes a walk.

They was a good-sized crick at the edge of that little place, and on it an old-fashioned worter mill.

Above the mill a little piece was a bridge.

We crossed it and walked along a road that follered the crick bank closte fur quite a spell.
It wasn't much of a town--something betwixt a village and a settlement--although they was going to run a branch of the railroad over to it before very long.