I am so afraid he will be feverish to-morrow if he does not get a good night," Mrs.Burton said, in a warning tone.
"I shan't disturb him," answered Katherlne; then, taking a lamp, she stole across the dark store to the little room at the other end, where her father was lying.
One look at his face showed her how little chance of sleep there was for him at present; and guessing that it was anxiety as well as pain which kept him awake, she sat down beside him and related again the story of that night's adventures.

He laughed, in spite of his pain, at her description of how the precious pair had looked when they found to whom they owed their lives.
"But I don't like you having such hard, rough things to do, Katherine.

I wish you and Miles could change places in age," he said, with a sigh.
"I don't," she answered with a shrug.

"But you must go to sleep now, Father, or you will be feverish to-morrow.

Do the bruises hurt much ?" she asked tenderly.
"The bed is full of sore places," he answered, with a whimsical transposition of terms.