That Girl of Johnson's — page 112: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 101 than the others. They generally gave place to Lodie. He was the slowest and most awkward of movement and voice, but they had a rough respect for him more than for . the others. Smith even offered to refill Green’s mug, but found it untouched. They were sluggish and dogged in their likes and dislikes, but they accepted his sharp rebuke so pleasantly uttered when they would have taken it from no other man, even though they did not like him. “How is Johnsing now, jedge?” Lodie asked, slowly. He was privileged to ask; was he not one of those who rescued the man ? “Unconscious,” Green replied, gravely. “The doctors dare not leave him fora moment. They drugged him to Keep him asleep if possible through the night, for should he grow restless and feverish nothing can be done for him, They will take turns in watching him in case the effect of the drug wears off and he should rouse. He is in a critical state, and the least movement might prove fatal.” “Hev theys sot his broke bones, jedge?” Sadler asked, respectfully. They had gotten over their first feeling of resentment and stiffness at his entrance among them, and were willing to talk, listening with stolid interest to the fair-haired young man with the clear eyes and frank face who knew so well how to take them. “Yes,” Green replied, stretching his wet feet toward the fire and enjoying its warmth and rest after the dreary day, “They have set his right leg and his arm, but his left leg will have to be amputated near the hip.” — A silence fell over them. A sort of awed silence it was, . at thought of all this meant. And it was the same man who stood in their midst but three days before, powerful of muscle, with cords like an oak, vowing vengeance upon this young man who had saved his life. The women in the inner room were getting supper; they were heavy of step and slow of movement, but there was a y homely sound about it that soothed the weary man. The Gomicboo <S Eo