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Saying which, I took up one of the candles and crossed to the door of that room which had once been Donald's, but here I paused to glance back at her. "Furthermore," said I, snuffing my candle with great nicety, "madam need have no further qualms regarding the color of my hair and eyes none whatever."

Colin bounded to his side, sniffed, and darted into the herd. A commotion followed. There was a struggle, a low growl of rage. Then the collie trotted back to Donald's side dragging in his teeth a limp mass which he dropped at the lad's feet. The boy struck a match and turned the creature over with his foot. It was a coyote! Then how glad he was that he had not left his post!

The hunchback was so furious in his attack, which he pressed right home within Donald's guard, that Donald was unable to ward off the tall man in front of him. Then just as the innkeeper had Donald at his mercy, and was in the very act of striking home, his arm was suddenly paralysed, a spasm of terror shook him through and through, his eyes glazed over.

Robin Pierce could not tell from the way this was said what would be a safe remark to make. He therefore changed the subject. "Do you know what Sir Donald's been doing?" he said. "No. What?" "Buying a Campo Santo." "A Campo Santo! Is he going to bury himself, then? What do you mean, Robin?" "He called it a Campo Santo to Carey. It's really a wonderful house in Italy, on Como.

In the darkness of the shadow Donald's figure was scarcely discernible to her terrified gaze. "Oh, he's gone down," she cried; "if he drowns I'll die!" She tore herself from Maggie's grasp and shot down the stream calling for help. As Donald reached cautiously forward and clutched the drowning man in an iron grip, Jessie's cry of terror floated out to him.

He tried to speak, failed to utter a sound, and sank down sobbing like a child. While Donald's fears for Edith's safety were somewhat allayed by the paymaster's story, he was still very anxious concerning her.

He and Donald had driven down from Crescent that morning, and were to meet Thornton and Mr. Clark as soon as possible at the shed where the shearing was to be done. Nevertheless, in spite of his haste, Sandy tried as he went along to answer Donald's question. "There was a time long ago when all shearing was done by hand.

"There is another thing in favor of that route," continued Mr. Black. "The farther we keep from the main line of railroad, the less likely we are to fall in with the Huerta forces. The southern territory as far as Santa Lucrecia is practically in the hands of Carranza." "From what you say," was Donald's comment, "it is greatly to our advantage to do as you wish.

More wood had been piled on the fire, which now blazed cheerfully. Most of the men lay asleep in their plaids, but a few stood guard over the horses, and the men who had carried the body into the hut were squatting on the grass by the roadside. I took my stand near them, and looked and listened. The terrible similarity of Donald's case to mine appalled me.

She's growed up like the other children hyar, and 'twar them what fust called her Smiles; but 'twarnt long erfore maw an' me sorter got inter the habit of doin' hit too, fer hit suits her right well." The speaker became silent, his memory dwelling in scenes of the dimming past, while Donald's thoughts were busy with the story which he had just heard.

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