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"I thought you'd come," he said, and the Major laughed too, and cocked his ear. "Old Rock's ahead," he said, for he knew, as did everyone there, the old hound's tongue. "He's been ahead for an hour," said the General with quiet satisfaction, "and I think he'll stay there." Just then a dark object swept past them, and the Major with a low cry hied on his favorite hound.
And syne whan he's mair nor we can bide, there's lots o' shaidows lyin' aboot upo' the face o' the warl'; though they say there's some countries whaur they're scarce, and the shaidow o' a great rock's thought something o' in a weary lan'? But we sudna think less o' a thing 'cause there's plenty o' 't. We hae a heap o' the gospel, but we dinna think the less o' 't for that.
She felt as if she were tumbling backward already, the daring essence of her, to break her too spunky backbone among those glowing pine-dwarfs far beneath. Spread-eagled against the rock's cruel breast, she turned a blanched face, a convulsed face, upward! "Keep cool! Don't stir! I'll reach you in a moment!"
"It's hard shooting up hill; and he was running, too," sympathized Charley, "Let's see where the bullets hit." That would be some satisfaction; so they searched more. Presently Billy yelped: "Here's where one hit. It knocked a big chunk out of the rock. Funny looking rock." And then he exclaimed: "Come over, Charley. Quick! The rock's got a lot of yellow in it!"
Had death or violence menaced her he could have done it, but without the incentive of the immediate horror he could never rise so far beyond himself. Susan climbed the rock's side to a plateau on its western face. The sun beat on her like a furnace mouth. Here and there black filigrees of shade shrank to the bases of splintered ledges. Below the plain lay outflung in the stupor of midday.
Her heart jumped, and she blushed ungovernably in his face, as if he were seeing her withdraw her foot from the rock's edge, and had that instant rescued her. But how came it she had been so helpless? She could ask; she could not answer. Thinking, talking to her heart, was useless. The deceiver simply feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable.
Then he fared home to Isledale-river, and brought into the church porch the bag with the bones, and therewithal a rune-staff whereon this song was marvellous well cut "There into gloomy gulf I passed, O'er which from the rock's throat is cast The swirling rush of waters wan, To meet the sword-player feared of man.
If you care to assign it to me for collection I think I can handle the matter satisfactorily." He was new at the job, replacing the regular credit man who was away on his vacation. Perhaps it would be well to accept Mr. Rock's offer. "What fee would you charge for your services?" he inquired warily. Rock spread out his fat hands with a depreciatory gesture. "Just between friends, Mr.
His mind flashed again to Bandrist. What brought the man to Rock's bank? Business, no doubt. But what kind? Was Rock backing Bandrist? Were the two men in cahoots with Mascola's gang? If so, for what purpose? The questions multiplied with astonishing rapidity. When Gregory arrived at the cannery he had decided upon a definite course of action.
When he reached it Bransome said to Jean Graham in the hearing of Miss Savine: "The old man has taken in yonder guileless stranger who has put two good dollars' worth of work into that job already, and the rock's rather faster than it was before." "Did he say Mr. Graham hired him?" asked Helen, and she drew her own inference when Bransome answered: "Why, no!
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