A CHILD OF THE JAGO
had even exclaimed that she would go with him—though she meant nothing.
Now, as Josh went out at the door, she bent over Looey and hid her face again. "Good luck, father," called Dicky, "Go it!"—though the words would hardly pass his throat, and he struggled to believe that he had no fear for his father.
No sooner was the door shut than he rushed to the window, though Josh could not appear in Jago Court for three or four minutes yet. The sash-line was broken, and the window had been propped open with a stick. In his excitement Dicky dislodged the stick, and the sash came down on his head, but he scarce felt the blow, and readjusted the stick with trembling hands, regardless of the bruise rising under his hair. "Aincher goin' to look, mother?" he asked; "woncher 'old up Looey?"
But his mother would not look. As for Looey, she looked at nothing. She
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