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They never did anything for me at home but abuse me. Hugh Garth was the only relation I ever had in the world that spoke kind to me. Remember how I used to run over from my folks to tuck you into bed in your little room above the shop, Pete? No, you were too little." "Of course, I remember," the boy replied. "The ankle's fine now, Bella. Let up. I can't stand that rubbing.
He rode a fine bay gelding, and had stopped Bill to ask some questions about the region above the timberline because he was drifting south and intended to cross the summits. Bill had described the way, and suddenly, out of their talk, came the revelation of their identities the one was Bill Campbell, the other was Pete Reeve.
Too feeble to ask questions, she only smiled, and took obediently the remainder of the potion that Pete poured from his flask and heated in the tin-cup among the embers. On her wakening again it was seen that the fever was broken. But life in her was only a tiny flame, at times the merest spark that every gust of wind through the cavern threatened to extinguish.
Toward evening gathering clouds augured an early renewal of the storm, and Stanton and I had just put up the stove in the tent in anticipation of it when Pete and Easton, the latter thoroughly fagged out, came into camp. "Well, Pete," I asked, "what luck?" "Find trail all right," he answered. "Can't follow him easy. Long carry. First lake far, maybe eleven, twelve mile.
I had thought the burning heat of the Colorado September unendurable. I wondered in that time of freezing torment if I should ever again call the heat a burden. There were five of us tramping together in one little circle that night Reed and John Mac, and Pete and Hadley, with myself. In all the garrison I came to know these four men best.
Instantly every neck was set craning, and every eye was alight with wonder, for there, half-resting upon the sill of the doorway, and half-lying upon the ground with the water streaming everywhere about her, lay the huddled, half-drowned figure of a young woman. "It's it's a woman," cried Pete stupidly, unable to contain his astonishment longer.
"He'd be the one to suffer, however, if it should be proved that old Pete Tilton had any vested right in the island," said Preston. "You can bet Blent is sharp enough to have covered his tracks if he has done anything foxy. He was never caught yet in any legal tangle." "Oh, I hope Mr. Tingley won't have trouble up here," declared Mrs. Tingley, quite disturbed. Ruth felt rather embarrassed.
The hand that had let him loose when his anger got the better of him with Cæsar was clutching at him again. Some evil voice at his ear was whispering, "Let him go; lend him the money." "Come on, Pete," he faltered, "and don't talk nonsense!" But Pete heard nothing. He had taken a few steps forward, as far as to the stable-yard, and was watching the light in the house.
But, I say, it must have spoilt somebody's beauty snooze. But look there, sir! That must mean gardens." "What, Pete?" "Can't you see them glow-worm things sparkling?" "Yes." "Well, sir, ain't you going to say Now?" "No, Pete. We cannot have passed the big landing-place yet. If we have, only just. Yes, that must be it, and this must be the spot.
"Maybe so, but the devil is fishing where yonder fellow's swimming," answered Cæsar. "And the ould man the Ballawhaine still above the sod?" bawled Pete behind his hand. "Yes, but failing, failing, failing," shouted Cæsar. "The world's getting too heavy for the man. Debts here, and debts there, and debts everywhere." "Not much water in the harbour then, eh?" cried Pete.
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