Hope had touched him, and he had won at least a degree of momentary strength and steadiness from her gracious finger.
"Now jest lay down an' rest, an' keep your thoughts to yerself till I come agin.

Don't tell nobody I've be'n here, and don't ask leave of nobody.

I'll settle with the old boss if he makes any sort of a row; and ye know when Jim Fenton says he'll stand between ye and all harm he means it, an' nothin' else." "Yes, Jim." "An' when I come here--most likely in the night--I'll bring a robe to put on ye, and we'll go out still." "Yes, Jim." "Sure you understand ?" "Yes, Jim." "Well, good-bye.

Give us your hand.

Here's hopin'." Benedict held himself up by the slats of the door, while Jim went along to rejoin the Doctor.