51�Թ�

That ended and the weaving begun, she took to questioning Cimarron the drawboy.

When Cornelys was revolving some new combination or design in his head, his drawboy was as silent as the weaver’s beam, and the whirr and clack of the loom were the only sounds in the place.

The Flemish weaver might be silent, but he was not stupid, and the drawboy, the dusky youth with the coarse black hair, was like a wild panther-cub.

The drawboy’s work was to pull each set of cords in regular order forward and downward.

Thus the drawboy and the reader of designs were both at once superseded.