Azalea stole away and hurried with the news to old Sally, who also crept in and looked on them and stole away.
"Yas, she sure have saved his life," said Sally. "Heap o' times they nevah do come out en that thar kin' o' sleep. I done seed sech before."
"Ef he have come to hisself, you reckon I bettah wake 'em up and give her a leetle hot milk? She hain't eat nothin' sence yestiday."
"Naw, leave 'em be. No body nevah hain't starved in his sleep yit, I reckon."
"He hain't eat nothin', neithah. He sure have been bad hurted."
The two women sat in the large room and talked in low tones, while at intervals Azalea crept to the door and looked in on them.
At last the baby wailed out with lusty cry, which sounded through the stillness of the house and roused Cassandra, but as she lifted her head, David clung to her and drew her cheek to his lips.
"Are you hurt?" he murmured. In some strange way he had confused matters, and thought it was she who had been shot.
"It's not me that's hurt," she said tenderly.