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Judith was pulling off her mackinaw and her beaver cap. "We'll tell you a wonderful story if you'll feed us, Peter." Peter undid the silk handkerchief from his ears. "I was outfitting to follow Doug's trail. We buried poor little old Johnny this morning." The quick tears sprang to Judith's eyes; but she said nothing, and Peter went on, "I got your father home on Monday.
Dic turned and saw Rita standing back of him, holding Doug's rifle to her shoulder, a tiny curl of blue smoke issuing from the barrel. The girl's face turned pale, the gun fell from her hands, her eyes closed, and she would have fallen had not Dic caught her in his arms. He did not so much as glance at Doug, but at once carried the unconscious Rita home with all the speed he could make.
"Best-looking crowd I ever saw. But to my mind, no! And there isn't one of you over fifteen who doesn't know what I mean when I say it. Now, Doug's idea seems sensible enough to me. He says he'd be happier if he could believe in a life after death.
"Look at the windows on the third deck of Bancroft, southwest corner," she said, unhooking a drop light from above her desk and crossing the room to the puzzled girls. "Those are Durand's and Bert's rooms. Next to them are Gordon's and Doug's. Watch closely." Presently from two of the windows lights were flashed three times in rapid succession. Then absolute darkness. Instantly Mrs.
Douglas hauled up a broken wagon seat and sat down. Prince crawled up beside him and went to sleep with his head and one paw on Doug's knee. "I suppose congress was sitting at the post-office, to-night?" said Judith. "Yes. Everybody's strong for you and Little Marion." "I don't see why I should be bunched with her. Not that I care though!"
After he had eaten a hot supper, he wrapped himself in his blankets and huddled over the fire, consumed by anxiety. The wind rushed by the cedars without pause. The hard, dry pellets of snow rattled on the trees. The horses, their chins hung with icicles, stood with bowed heads, motionless. All of Doug's life passed in review before his sleepless eyes.
"Do I draw any salary as chaperone, Kate?" "Now, if you don't stop, I'll not tell you another thing!" Kate took a sip of water to help hide a little confusion, clutching mentally at the practical details of the scheme. "Where was I?" "Cutting Doug's salary. Is it up on a mountain, or up in the State, that you said the place was?
Nelson!" he said, and started for the door. "Wait! Wait!" cried Mrs. Nelson. "You must have some supper and you must rest. You look terrible!" Douglas shook his head. "Every minute counts. I'm not tired, only terribly worried. I couldn't rest." Nelson walked over to the door deliberately, and put a big hand on Doug's shoulder. "You fill yourself with some hot food, Spencer.
Lost Chief was, of course, immensely interested in Doug's building operations. He was accused of planning to be married and conjecture ran rife. When he began work in the interior of the log chapel, he hung burlap bags over the windows and locked the doors. But his precautions were futile.
Well she was sorely divided between Doug's towering seventy-four inches and Gordon's sixty-nine, though she strove to conceal the exaltation which her uniformed gallants stirred in her soul by bringing to bear upon them all the superlative superiority which she had studied as the acme of success in the habitues of the Hotel Astor. With Douglas it worked to a charm.
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