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Baree awakened me, and now it is too late." "Yes, too late to run!" said David. A flash of fire leaped into her eyes. "You mean...." "We can fight!" he cried. "Good God, Marge if only I had my own rifle now!" He thrust a hand into his pocket and drew forth the cartridges she had given him. "Thirty-twos! And only eleven of them! It's got to be a short range for us.
It was day, and Marge was on her knees at his side, tugging at his breast with her hands and staring wildly into his face. "Wake, Sakewawin wake, wake!" he heard her crying. "Oh, my God, you must wake! Sakewawin Sakewawin they have found our trail and I can see them coming up the valley!" Scarcely had David sensed the Girl's words of warning than he was on his feet.
"They gave me a pretty hard crack on the head, Marge. This air will set me right soon." He picked up the pack and followed her. In the edge of the spruce a hundred yards from the Nest, Tara had been lying all the afternoon, nursing his wounds. "I could see him from my window," whispered Marge. She went straight to him and began talking to him in a low voice.
The path curved, and went hesitatingly down many terraces. Here, from the dimness of the marge of the island, they gradually emerged into the beginnings of the faint light. It was not like entering upon dawn, or upon the moonlight. It was by no means like going to meet the lights of a city.
Out of the darkness behind Tara came a growl. "Baree, by thunder!" muttered David in amazement. "He's made up with the bear, Marge! What do you think of that?" At the sound of his voice Baree came to him and flattened himself at his feet. David laid a hand on his head. "Boy!" he whispered softly. "And they said you were an outlaw, and would join the wolves...."
Puns are to me vulgar, and hence odious. I mean bootless in the proper sense of the word. Balancing myself on the marge or verge of the billiard table for the tiled surface of the floor had imparted a sense of chill to my half-soled feet and already I was beginning to repress incipient sneezes I called aloud, and yet again I called. There was no response.
"Egg-rolling party?" cried the boy, with such wide-open eyes of astonishment that Elsie and Marge both burst out laughing, whereat the boy flushed up angrily, and seizing the reins was starting off, when the cook called to him to wait until she had the butter-box ready for him to take back. "Oh!" whispered Marge, "we've hurt his feelings, Elsie; it is too bad."
The door crashed inward as she picked it up, and scarcely had she faced about when their enemies were rushing in, with Henry and Hauck in their lead, and Brokaw just behind them. With a last effort David fought to gain his feet. He heard a single shot from the revolver, and then, as he rose staggeringly, he saw Marge fighting in Brokaw's arms.
"'Be at ease, O King, said the fisherman. 'Be at rest, my beloved. Let go the stream. Let the oozy marge be forgotten, and the sandy bed where the shades dance all in green and gloom, and the brown flood sings along. "And as he carried me to the palace he sang a song of the river, and a song of Doom, and a song in praise of the King of the Waters. "When the king's wife saw me she desired me.
'A little later, when the stars come out to envy the beauty of the City of Marvel, the King walks to another part of the garden and sits in an alcove of opal all alone by the marge of the sacred lake. This is the lake whose shores and floors are of glass, which is lit from beneath by slaves with purple lights and with green lights intermingling, and is one of the seven wonders of Babbulkund.
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