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David rejoiced when he saw that the flask was empty. "Dam'!" said Brokaw, shaking it. "Go on," insisted David. "You haven't told me how you came by the girl, Brokaw?" The watery film was growing thicker over Brokaw's eyes. He brought himself back to his story with an apparent effort. "Came west, Bucky did with the kid," he went on. "Struck my cabin, on the Mackenzie, a year later.
His first blow returned his confidence, even if it had wavered slightly. Brokaw rushed. It was an easy attack to evade, and David's arm shot out and his fist landed against Brokaw's head with a sound that was like the crack of a whip. Hauck would have gone down under that blow like a log. Brokaw staggered.
I got leary about things on the tenth day, for this telephoning was getting monotonous, and borrowed Brokaw's car again, but when I got to the little hidden sanatorium, my birds had flown, and " "Your birds had flown! What do you mean, Radnor?" "Just what I say. The man and the woman had gone, and the doc wouldn't tell me when they went away, or anything at all about them.
When he drew his hand out the match was between his fingers. "Ah!" he whispered excitedly. "Don't get nervous," warned Billy. "It's the only one." Brokaw's eyes were searching the low timber along the shore. "There's a birch tree," he cried. "Hold it while I gather a pile of bark!" He gave the match to Billy, and staggered through the snow to the bank.
He picked up his gun and pack, and held to Brokaw's arm as they went out into the night. Brokaw staggered guidingly into a wall of darkness, talking thickly about lucky dogs. They had gone perhaps a hundred paces when he stopped suddenly, very close to something that looked to David like a section of tall fence built of small trees. It was the cage.
Well, I had a line on a dandy story that was located out of town, and so I borrowed Tony Brokaw's automobile to go after it, because the story was located some distance off of the main line of travel. I was bowling along quite merrily, all alone in a car that is made to carry seven. It was just in the shank of the evening, and " "All this happened out of town, didn't it, Radnor?"
The staring faces had drawn nearer to the cage, bewildered, stupefied, disbelieving, like the faces of stone images. For a space it was so quiet that it seemed to him they must hear his panting breath and the choking gurgle that was still in Brokaw's throat. The victor! He flung back his shoulders and held up his head, though he had great desire to stagger against one of the bars and rest.
After that his eyes never left Brokaw's face. Until now it had not seemed that Brokaw was so big and so powerful, and, sizing up his enemy in that moment before the first rush, he realized that his one hope was to keep him from using his enormous strength at close quarters. A clinch would be fatal.
He saw the dark bulk of Tara rising out of the gloom, and the Girl was at his side. "We are ready, Sakewawin." He spoke to her the thought that had been shaping itself in his mind. "Why wouldn't it be better to join Wapi and his Indians?" he asked, remembering Brokaw's words. "Because they are afraid of Hauck," she replied quickly.
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