"
"I didn't mean money," said Harry, understanding their pride and
independence. "I meant in some other ways, including gratitude.
I've been fished out of a river, and a fisherman is entitled to the
value of his catch, isn't he?"
"We'll talk about that later on, but me bein' of an inquirin' turn o'
mind, I'm wonderin' what your father will say about you when he sees
you. I guess I better doctor you up a little before you leave the raft."
Ike returned from the tiny cabin with an extra suit of clothes of his
own, made of the roughest kind of gray jeans, home knit yarn socks and
a pair of heavy brogan shoes. A second trip brought underclothing of
the same rough quality, but Harry changed into them gladly. Jarvis
meanwhile produced a bottle filled with a brown liquid.
"You may think this is hoss liniment," he said, "an' p'r'aps it has been
used for them purposes, but it's better fur men than animiles. Ole
Aunt Suse, who is 'nigh to a hundred, got it from the Injuns an' it's
warranted to kill or cure. It'll sting at first, but just you stan' it,
an' afore long it will do you a power o' good."
Harry refused to wince while the mountaineer kneaded his bruised chest
with the liquid ointment.
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