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Updated: May 6, 2025
There was nothing to do but to abandon the craft which had done him such good service, and travel on foot along an Indian trail which wound its devious way through the wilderness. He had hoped to reach Klassan early in the afternoon, but in this he was disappointed, and night had shut down when at last he paused to rest atop the hill looking down upon the village.
But hearken. I've a son an' a daughter now in me old age, an' though they're neither kith nor kin of mine, they're very close to me, an' I love 'em. They've been good to me, an' I want to be near 'em. They're now at Klassan, so that's why I'm a-goin' thar." "An' how lang will ye stay doon yon? Will ye no wark?" "Make a livin', man? I'm not a-worrin' about that.
The little clock in the room struck midnight, and the watchers looked at each other in silence. "It's all over," said Constance, gently withdrawing her hand. "The long trail is ended." "And thank God," Keith replied, "that it's of no earthly mine the gold he's struck to-night." "The ice is going! The ice is going!" The cry rang through Klassan late one afternoon, and produced a magical effect.
When he died he buried 'im in the snow, an' put them marks on the rock, but about the poke, he had never seed it afore." "Did he tell the man's name?" asked Constance. "No." "No! And why not?" "He wouldn't tell, an' that was the hardest thing agin him. Then some one axed 'im why he didn't report the matter when he reached Klassan, an' at that the parson lit out: "'Tell, says he.
"And whose him?" replied Alec, thinking Pete had taken leave of his senses. "Why, the parson at Klassan; the man I've told yez so much about; the chap that saved my life in Hell's Canyon five years ago. Quick, let's lift 'im to yon bunk!" When Keith opened his eyes, it was to see Old Pete, with an anxious expression upon his face, sitting by his side.
Does he?" came the deep, jerky reply. "And what if he does?" "H-h-ow is he?" Keith could not help it. An indescribable chill was creeping over him, and his teeth chattered. "Doesn't he look well?" roared the giant, as he flung the door wide open. "Watch'er want of 'im?" "They told me you were hurt; the gun burst, and tore away your arm." "Who told you that?" "The men at Klassan."
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