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The arm was swollen and almost black and there was a great bruise on Rod's body a little above the waist. Mukoki was a surgeon by necessity, a physician such as one finds only in the vast unblazed wildernesses, where Nature is the teacher.
But the Woonga was as quick. Like a flash he struck up with one of his powerful arms and the force of the blow that was descending upon him fell to the earth floor. In another instant his free arm had encircled Rod's neck, and for a few brief moments the two were locked in a crushing embrace, neither being able to use the weapon in his hand without offering an advantage to the other.
Waitstill is too grand for a boy!" "She's too grand for anybody, Rod. There isn't a man alive that's worthy to strap on her skates." "Well, she's too grand for anybody except " and here Rod's shy, wistful voice trailed off into discreet silence. "Now I had some talk with Patty, and she thinks Waitstill will have no trouble with her father just at present.
A quarter of a mile out on the plain they saw half a dozen of their pursuers speeding toward the hill. The rest were already concealed in the nearer thickets of the bottom. "We must beat them to the chasm!" said the young Indian. As he spoke Wabi turned and led the way again. Rod's heart fell like a lump within him. We must beat them to the chasm!
Springer could not meet Rod's eyes, and he could feel his cheeks burning; for over him had swept a full and complete understanding of his own folly in permitting jealousy to lead him into the course he had been pursuing. "My my suit?" said Rod, as if he did not quite understand. "You " "Eliot sus-sent me for it," Phil hastened to explain.
Rod's face turned strangely white as he realized, for the first time, the terrible chances they had taken on that black, eventful night of a few months ago; and for a time Wabi stood silent, his face as hard-set as a rock. Up out of the chasm there came a deafening thunder of raging waters, like the hollow explosions of great guns echoing and reëchoing in subterranean caverns.
Rod's bank account was steadily growing, for the Royals had not spent one cent of it, even though at times they felt the need of some of it when the money due from the parish was much in arrears. They were greatly puzzled that Rod's mother did not come to see him. In every letter she wrote of her longing for her boy, and how she hoped to come some day.
Rod's face had suddenly turned a shade whiter, and Mukoki, not understanding the mysteries of mineralogy, stared at the youth in mute suspense. "Somebody has found our gold!" cried Wabi, almost savagely. "We are not sure," interrupted Rod. "We know only that the evidence is very suspicious.
'We can fish, said Vernon; 'there's plenty of trout; but you don't look strong enough to throw a fly. My rod's ever so heavy, he added, with a flourish of his arm. That weakness and languor which was obvious even to the boy, was still more apparent to Mr. and Mrs. Jardine. Bessie had not seen her cousin since Christmas, when he and Ida had spent a couple of days at Kingthorpe.
They were about to start on again when something held them, a whispering, sobbing echo, and Rod's heart seemed to stop its beating. It died away slowly, and a weird stillness fell after it.
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