"Are you quite well, Larry?" John asked him.
"I am," Larry replied; "but I need not ask the same question of yourself,
for you are nothing but skin and bone, entirely. Dear, dear, I wouldn't
have known you at all, at all, and such a foine colour as ye used to
have."
"I don't think starving would suit you, Larry," Captain Davenant said
with a smile.
"Sure an' it wouldn't, yer honour. It's always ready to eat I am, though,
as mother says, the victuals don't seem to do me much good, anyway."
"You won't be able to come out and go back again the same night next
week, John," Captain Davenant said, presently. "The tide won't suit, so
you must come up here, as you have done today. You will always find a
hearty welcome, and Walter shall go down and meet you early in the
morning, near the mouth of the river, so you can come up with him; and
then, if you fall in with any of the other parties, no questions will be
asked. I think everyone in camp knows him now.
"I wonder what your grandfather would say, if he saw you sitting here at
dinner with Walter and me?"
John laughed.
"I am afraid he would disown me, then and there, without listening to
explanations."
"I have no doubt it's a sore grievance to him that he is not in Derry, at
present," Captain Davenant said.
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