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As Curson at last nodded a farewell to her, Low insisted upon accompanying him as far as the horses, and in another moment she was again alone. She had saved a quarrel between them at the sacrifice of herself, for her vanity was still keen enough to feel that this exhibition of her old weakness had degraded her in their eyes, and, worse, had lost the respect her late restraint had won from Low.
He gazed curiously at her gown, at her hat, at the bow of bright ribbon that tied her black hair, and said, "Ah!" "A poor man who has kept my secret," she went on hurriedly "a man as friendless and lonely as myself. Yes," disregarding Curson's cynical smile, "a man who has shared everything " "Naturally," suggested Curson.
But it was a chime that had rung its last peal to her senses as she entered the Carquinez Woods, and for the last week had been as dead to her as a voice from the grave. It was the voice of her lover Dick Curson! The wind was blowing towards the stranger, so that he was nearly upon her when Teresa first took the alarm.
But Doloreth showed me the letter you wrote her, and well here I am, ready to help you, with two men and a thpare horthe waiting outside the woodth on the blind trail." "You YOU here?" she only repeated. Curson shrugged his shoulders. "Yeth. Of courth you never expected to thee me again, and leatht of all HERE. I'll admit that; I'll thay I wouldn't if I'd been in your plathe.
I sent for one or two for him myself, the other day" she hesitated "it was all the money I had, but it wasn't enough for him to go on with his studies." Dunn looked at her sparkling eyes and glowing cheeks, and became thoughtful. "Curson must have been a d d fool," he said finally. Teresa remained silent.
"Of courthe. It wathn't mine, my boy. I'd have thent you a Tharp'th rifle in plathe of that muthle loader you carry, or thomething thenthible. But, I thay! what'th up? You look ath if you had been running all night." Low grasped his hand. "Thank you," he said hurriedly; "but it's nothing. Only I must be back to the woods early. Good-by." But Curson retained Low's hand in his own powerful grip.
Thettle that with her when you go back," continued Curson philosophically. "We can talk of that on the way. The thing now ith to get up and get out of thethe woods. Come!" Teresa's only reply was a gesture of scorn. "I know all that," continued Curson half soothingly, "but they're waiting." "Let them wait. I shall not go." "What will you do?" "Stay here till the wolves eat me." "Teresa, listen.
"Yeth," returned Curson, with an ineffectual attempt to imitate Low's phlegm; "but ath I did n't happen to be a sthranger to thith lady, perhaps it wathn't nethethary, particularly ath I had two friends" "Waiting at the edge of the wood with a led horse," interrupted Low, without addressing him, but apparently continuing his explanation to Teresa. But she turned to Low with feverish anxiety.
Something like a smile of disdain passed across his face as he answered, "It's nothing. They will not return. Get up!" Even in her terror she saw the change in his face. "I know, I know!" she cried. "I'm frightened but I cannot bear it any longer. Hear me! Listen! Listen but don't move! I didn't mean to kill Curson no! I swear to God, no! I didn't mean to kill the sheriff and I didn't.
"I have not passed your friends, nor have I been near them," said Low, looking at him for the first time, with the same exasperating calm, "or perhaps I should not be here or they there. I knew that one man entered the wood a few moments ago, and that two men and four horses remained outside." "That's true," said Teresa to Curson excitedly "that's true. He knows all.
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