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"Please forgive me, Morton; I did not mean to hurt you by recalling a previous injury," cried Kate, and Trask's injury increased with her contrition. "I cannot see why you defend the Captain, Miss Fortune," ventured Farring. "Why not? He will not defend himself." "But you surely cannot approve a coward?" "Are you sure he is a coward?"
The fiery Trask, the polished Farring, the ingenious Holmes, with all of Jamestown, prayed for his recovery, and spared no pains to bring to life and health the man who had won that which they had relinquished hope of having Kate's love. They were tender, sympathetic, helpful true men and good.
"Allow us to capture you and offer him the privilege of fighting for your liberty, choosing his own weapons. If he agrees to fight for you, instead of taking his proffered freedom, we will leave the field to him and you may call him hero. That is fair, is it not?" proposed Farring. "You will not hurt him?" asked Kate doubtingly. "Hurt him? We shall not even catch him.
I have heard of a ship doing that, running under bare poles, and getting every soul of her crew washed off her deck, except three the black cook, the caulker's mate, and the captain's steward and a pretty job they had to find their way into port, seeing that neither of them knew anything of navigation, or seamanship either, for that matter; and I should like to know whose case you would be in, Sunshine Bill, if you were left with Dio and Ned Farring, aboard this craft?"
"'Twas no such reason. He says he does not choose to kill anything but Indians." A big laugh went up from the men. "The fool! Did he say that to you?" cried Trask. "He truly did; and, besides, he has fought and killed a man." "Ho! Ho!" laughed Trask, disdainfully. "Did he stab him in the dark?" questioned Farring. "He lies if he says he fought aught save a boy," sneered Trask.
She is his defender; she cannot refuse to satisfy herself of her error in this harmless, yet effective way," announced big Farring, and every member of the party laid siege against Kate's faltering opposition. The fun of it all finally appealed to her and she rather timidly agreed to the proposition. How could she ask him to ride with her after what had passed between them?
It was Farring, Trask and the other plotters, reeking with excitement. Their horses were wet from the fierceness with which they had been ridden. "Do not touch him! You have killed him!" she cried, striving to shield the body from Farring's anxious touch. "Killed him? Good God, Kate! where did you meet them!" cried Farring, as Trask pulled her from Studdiford's side.
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