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He said he thought he had a little fever and believed he would take a little quinine." "Oh, quinine a Missourian would take that to save his immortal soul and quite as well as to take it for a broken bone like that. I did the best I could with it out there in the dark, but it wasn't half dressed. Come " He motioned Josephine to follow him to Dunwody's room.
Had she trusted rather to woman's vaticination, matters had been better for her. What she actually did was to summon Jeanne to complete some hurried toilet preparations. Then she set out to meet the sender of the card. There was no occupant of the saloon excepting one, who rose as she entered, hesitating. On the instant a sudden change swept over Dunwody's face.
It seemed sufficient that the future for the time should take care of itself. Dunwody's injury left Clayton practically leader of the Missourians. His party gravitated toward him, while opposite sat the two prisoners, Carlisle and Kammerer, composed and silent, now and then exchanging a glance with each other, but making no spoken comment.
At length, at Dunwody's quiet signal, all the boats paused, the crews holding fast to the overhanging branches of the trees on the main shore of the river. "She's out there, just across yonder island," he whispered. "I think I can see her stack now. She must be tied up close. We can slip in on this side, make a landing and get aboard her before she can stop us, if we're careful.
Clayton and his men, dulled with loss of sleep, had allowed them to leave the main room, and these two, soldiers by training, had resolved to turn the tables and take possession of the place. Their plans were at the point of success. They had almost reached the door of Dunwody's room, weapons in hand, when from above they heard a sharp command. "Halt, there!" a woman cried to them.
What she saw now was this: Carlisle and Kammerer, themselves now armed with weapons carelessly left in the lower hall, had passed unnoticed from the dining-room, and now were tiptoeing down the hall toward the door of Dunwody's apartment.
No sign of emotion showed on that brown mask. The gray brows above the small eyes did not flicker. "I suppose these may have belonged to Mr. Dunwody's mother," said Josephine carelessly. "Yassam!" "His sister?" "Yassam!" "Or his wife, perhaps?" "Yassam, ef they really wuz one." "Was there ever?" demanded Josephine sharply. "Might a-been none, er might a-been a dozen, fur's I know.
Dunwody's frown was unmistakable enough, when he saw the three grouped outside, the two prisoners armed. "There's been plotting here!" he cried. "What's up? Get your arms, men! Cover them, quick!" "Wait!" said Carlisle quietly. "We're armed, and we've got you covered." His weapon and that of Kammerer shone gray in the half light. Dunwody threw himself against the doorpost with a growl of anger.
He looked down at her, frowning, but at that moment turned to the door as he heard Dunwody's step. "How do you find the patient, Doctor?" asked Dunwody. Jamieson moved a hand in cheerful gesture to his patient. "Good-by, my dear. Just get well, now. I'm coming back, and then we'll have a talk. Be good, now, and don't walk in your sleep any more." He took Dunwody by the shoulder and led him out.
Even thus flushed in the fever of pain, it seemed to him no face ever was more beautiful. Who was she? How came she here? In spite of Dunwody's command many questions sprang to his own mind, almost to his lips. Yet now he only gently took up the bandaged arm. "Pardon, my dear," he said quietly.
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