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Gray hastened to her son's room with a pair of scissors in her hand. Marcy went to the coachman's cabin and felt for the latch-string; but it had been pulled in, and that proved that old Morris was inside. He pounded upon the door, and called the black man's name impatiently. "O Lawd! Who dat?" came in muffled tones from under the blankets.
Hurriedly we made our way up to Rust's camp, closed for the winter; for heavy snows would cover the North Rim in a few days or a few weeks at the farthest, filling the trails with heavy drifts and driving the cougar into the canyon where dogs and horses cannot follow. But the latch-string was out for us, we knew, had we cared to use the tents.
I dun'no what the feller meant mought hev been crazy." A tricksy gust stirred at the door as if a mischievous hand twitched the latch-string, but it hung within. There was a pause. The listening children on the hearth sighed and shifted their posture; one of the hounds snored sonorously in the silence.
Rustling had come to be a recognized occupation to be reckoned with; the identity of the thieves was often known, and they visited from ranch to ranch, whose owners possibly were honest themselves but had friends among the outlaws for whom the latch-string was always out.
He dwelt alone, with his cat, in a rude, claim-shanty, sleeping with his window open and door unfastened; and if his services were needed in the night, the messenger would put his head in at the window and call to him, or pull the latch-string and walk in.
Suddenly the latch-string, which was only drawn in when the inmates were ready to retire, was pulled, the latch raised, the door opened, and Otto Relstaub, his garments dripping water, entered the room. "Good-evening!" he called, pausing a moment to close the door against the driving storm.
Their throats grew hoarse with the cheers that they sent up in honor of the coming of the Michigan cavalrymen. The freedom of the city was extended. Every door stood open, or the latch-string hung invitingly out.
'For her free latch-string never was drawn in Against the poorest child of Adam's kin. And in that land there are no six millions of grown men I speak of the Free States excluded from the constitution of their country and its electoral franchise; there, you will find a free Church, a free school, free land, a free vote, and a free career for the child of the humblest born in the land.
She ignored his last words. "And you don't even know where you are going?" she asked. "To Cape Town." "But after that?" "To my banker. After that, to the nearest recruiting station." "So you'll not stop in Cape Town?" Weldon's quick ear caught the little note of regret in her voice. "Not long. Long enough, however, to pull any latch-string that offers itself to me."
"I will cry out for it quickly enough." As Dan predicted, the latch-string still hung out. A gentle pull, and the well-used door swung open. The widow was in her kitchen, raking together the red embers on the hearth preparatory to going to bed.
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