I haven't had anything to eat or drink
for thirty-six hours, and I'm almost all in, and this kid has been
living on apples and water for a couple of weeks. Now, hustle somebody
and let me put this kid on the bed---my back's nearly broke--or maybe
it's my stomach, they're so close together now I can't tell which it is
that hurts."
While Ted was laying the boy on the bed he woke up, and, finding himself
in a strange place, and a finer room than he had ever been in before,
surrounded by a lot of rather boisterous young men, he leaped to the
floor and started to the door. But Ted caught him by the arm and drew
him back.
"What's the matter with you, you young savage?" said Ted.
"Oh, I'm all right now," said the boy. "When I woke up I got rattled, I
guess, but as long as you're here it's all right."
The food came up now borne by two waiters and piloted by Kit. There were
oysters and steak and potatoes and biscuit and a lot of what Missouri
folk call "fixin's," and a big pot of coffee.
Scrub's eyes stood out like doorknobs as he viewed this wonderful array
of things to eat.
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