"I expected no more." "I will return to Moultrie to-morrow," Ambrose went on in his dull, quiet way.

"I will consult with my partner, and if we can finance it, we will buy all your grain." "Tole shall go with you," said Simon.

"You can send him back to me with a letter." Ambrose went to bed, and slept without dreaming.

Nature is merciful.
After a certain point of suffering has been passed, she administers an anesthetic.
Next morning Ambrose transacted his business with Simon, and prepared for the journey, to all appearances his usual matter-of-fact self.
Only Job perceived the subtle change in his master.

The faithful brown eyes continually sought Ambrose's face, and the ridiculous curly tail was agitated in vain to induce a smile.
On the afternoon of the sixth day following, Ambrose and Tole landed at Moultrie.