Sheldon, however, seemed not to imagine that it could be so and continued,—
“I’m pretty sure he is. One or two of the others look the same way, only not quite so much.”
Edward glanced at Charles again uneasily; Charles was talking with Davis and Durant and seemed in high spirits, and with his face laughing and lighted up he had no longer the look which had prompted Sheldon’s comment.
So Edward dismissed the uneasiness from his mind, and sat trying to strengthen and nerve himself for the ordeal instead of worrying over his brother’s fitness for it.
He stretched himself out on the deck of the launch and gazed off at the St. Timothy’s shore; already they were leaving the shouting crowd and the waving banners far behind. A few were clambering along the hillside, intent on establishing themselves some distance from the finish, so that they might run down with the crews; soon the trees that grew close to the edge of the water hid even these from Edward’s view.
