StNicholas [serial] . Why, Don, you should ntpermit any such thing ! TheBoy paced the floor in ener-getic protest. You have ntany troubles. And as for me— I mean Burchard—that is—both of us —Say, Don, oldman, you have nt really beenletting that sort of thingkeep you awake, have you? It does nt keep meawake, corrected Donald,but I think of those thingswhen I am awake. If I werea big fellow, and strong,I d like to help you and boy. I would! The Boys hand gripped that of the little chap. Don, he said, you have helped me more thanyou 11 ever be able to understand. And listen,old chap.
StNicholas [serial] . Why, Don, you should ntpermit any such thing ! TheBoy paced the floor in ener-getic protest. You have ntany troubles. And as for me— I mean Burchard—that is—both of us —Say, Don, oldman, you have nt really beenletting that sort of thingkeep you awake, have you? It does nt keep meawake, corrected Donald,but I think of those thingswhen I am awake. If I werea big fellow, and strong,I d like to help you and boy. I would! The Boys hand gripped that of the little chap. Don, he said, you have helped me more thanyou 11 ever be able to understand. And listen,old chap. You ve done things for Bob Burchardthat he s going to remember all his life. For Bob Burchard? the little fellow could I do anything for Bob Burchard? I 11 tell you some day. He thinks you re thesquarest chap he ever knew. And he d like to bea chum of yours for ever and ever. Is he—you did nt say that you knew him. Doyou think—he 11 come—to see me? The little lads voice was husky and very weak,. TIRED, DONNIE? WHV, OF COURSE YOU ARE! (SEE PAGE I09I.) and the Boy noted with alarm the two brightspots burning feverishly in the thin cheeks. He 11 come on one condition, Don. That isthat you get some sleep between now and to-morrow. If you can do that, he 11 probablycome. There was no reply, though the Boy uneasilywaited for an answer. He bent over Donald and 1910.] THE NONSENSE BOY 1089 looked into his eyes. There was no recognitionin them; nothing but that bright, blank stare, bornof sleeplessness and fever. Don! called the Boy, and then in alarm hecalled the name more loudly. The light in Don-alds eyes shifted vaguely, but the child did notspeak. With pain and dread at his heart, the Boyseized the bell-cord and rang for the nurse. Hewaited, holding the cord, until he heard her stepalmost at the door. Then he quietly slipped outunder the rear wall of the tent. From the jas-mine trellis he watched the mother come down tojoin the nurse, and heard her send in h
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