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Before his eyes swept a vision of the Blue Bonnet ranch its vast roaming acres; its clear beautiful skies and warm sunshine; of old, lonely Benita, and Uncle Joe. There was ample room there room that shamed him when he looked at this pitiful wasted bit of humanity dying for the need of what it offered. He went back to the little cot and touched Blue Bonnet's arm lightly. "Come, Honey," he said.
It would have been safer for us if they were dead, who, as it is, have gone off burning for revenge. Of course, I understand it was natural enough, but " and he hesitated and stopped. "The chief did not say so," broke in Benita with agitation; "besides, if he had, I should not have cared. It was bad enough to see one man killed like that," and she shivered; "I could not bear any more."
"Thompson," he said to the officer, "if I go, will you swear to take her in and her child?" "Certainly, Mr. Seymour." "Then lay to; I am going. If any of you live, tell this lady how I died," and he pointed to Benita, "and say I thought that she would wish it." "She shall be told," said the officer again, "and saved, too, if I can do it." "Hold Mrs. Jeffreys, then, till I am out of this.
Indeed, Benita went farther; in her new-found zeal of deception she proceeded to act a lie, yes, even with her father's reproachful eyes fixed upon her.
Then Benita began her journey which, when the river was high, it would not have been possible for her to make except by swimming. As it was, a margin of marsh was left between her and the steep, rocky side of the mount from which the great wall rose, and through this she made her way. Never was she likely to forget that walk.
Then she came to herself completely, and was astonished to feel the pain in her head, which had been bandaged, and to see a strange stewardess sitting by her with a cup of beef-tea in her hand. "Where am I? Is it a dream?" she asked. "Drink this and I will tell you," answered the stewardess. Benita obeyed, for she felt hungry, then repeated her question.
Benita looked back at the pretty little stead and the wooded kloof behind it over which she had nearly fallen, and the placid lake in front of it where the nesting wildfowl wheeled, and sighed. For to her, now that she was leaving it, the place seemed like home, and it came into her mind that she would never see it any more.
"Where was Mr. Meyer," asked Benita. "Asleep in a blanket under a little shelter of boughs by the stair. At least, I thought so, though it was rather difficult to make him out in the shadow; at any rate, I saw his rifle set against a tree. Come, let us go to breakfast. No doubt he will turn up soon enough."
She read it greedily twice, and pressed it to her lips, murmuring: "Yes, I will think kindly of you, Robert Seymour, kindly as woman can of man, and now or afterwards you shall have your answer, if you still wish for it. Whenever you come or wherever I go, it shall be ready for you." That afternoon, when she was more composed, Mrs. Jeffreys came to see Benita, bringing her baby with her.
"I wish I knew," she answered, like one in a dream. At this instant the moon rose above the mists, and Benita saw Jacob Meyer for the first time. In that light his appearance was not unpleasing.
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