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Berners went over to his wife and lifted her into her saddle; and when he had settled her comfortably in her seat, he mounted his own horse, and once more called Robert Munson to him. "Good-bye, and God bless you, Robert," he said, warmly shaking hands with the young man. "And you too, sir! and you too, sir!" feelingly responded Munson. And then Sybil called him. "Good-bye, dear Bob.
Haven't you boys had enough straying from home for a time?" "We can get some one to go with us and show us the way," urged Walter. "Yes, let the lads go," said Mr. Munson, coming up at that moment. "Where is this place?" asked the Professor. "At Jessup's ranch. It is about ten miles to the southeast of here, just outside the foothills of the range."
By clinging to the tail of the terrified wolf, Fred Munson had been assisted, dragged, and pulled from the Cimmerian gloom of the mountain cave into the glorious sunlight again. When the glare of light burst upon him, he let go of the queer aid to freedom, and the mystified animal skurried away with increased speed.
And especially it would have been the very greatest injustice to the younger officer, who has been our partisan from the first." "Eh! what? One of them jailers your partisan?" "Yes; let me explain," said Mr. Berners. And he commenced and detailed all the circumstances of their acquaintance and relations with Robert Munson.
"And now sit close for a few minutes, while I tell you what I have done and am going to do," said Munson, drawing a stool and sitting himself upon it, before Mr. and Mrs. Berners. "Go on," muttered Lyon, fervently pressing the hand of his friend. "Oh, yes, go on, dear Bob!" eagerly whispered Sybil.
Berners did as he was requested to do, and Munson slipped his key into the lubricated key-hole, and silently unlocked the door. "Oh, our deliverer!" fervently exclaimed Sybil, as he softly entered the room and closed the door behind him, holding up his finger in warning to them to be silent.
Accordingly, Mickey, who had maintained a line as close as possible to the centre of the canon, suddenly sheered his mustang to the right, until he nearly grazed the wall there. Then he put him on a dead run, Fred Munson doing the same, with very little space between the two steeds. A few plunges brought them directly opposite the signal-fire, and every nerve was strained.
Casey, a smooth-faced, keen-eyed Irish-American, descended to consult with his confrère, Munson; and Forsythe appeared, swinging a book. Laying this on the bridge stairs, he passed Jenkins and walked aft. "Where are you going?" asked the latter. Forsythe turned, white with rage, and answered slowly and softly: "Down to the officers' quarters to get a sextant or a quadrant.
And then Purley gave his arm to Sybil, and led her to the wagon, and placed her on the back seat, while Mr. Berners and Bob Munson lingered behind, the former to gather up Sybil's little personal effects, and the latter to settle the hotel bill. But there was no opportunity, among the crowd of guests and servants, for Munson to make his friendly intentions known to Mr.
From then on Munson stood watch at his instrument only from six in the evening until midnight, got more sleep thereby, and soon the tired, haggard look left his face, and it resumed its normal expression of intelligence and cheerfulness.
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