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Cloaked in mystery, pale and irresistible, she appealed to him from the edge of the wild oranges. This, he told himself again, was but the manner in which a ruthless Nature set her lures; it was the deceptive vestment of romance. He held the ketch relentlessly on her course, with now all his thoughts, his inclinations, returning to Millie Stope.
That lake that was no lake offered about as good a thoroughfare as rats get in a rain-barrel. Whereas, to hold Macartney at La Chance till I downed his gang "By gad," I flashed out, "I can do it in Thompson's abandoned stope!" It was not so crazy as it sounds. Thompson's measly entrance tunnel would only admit one man at a time, and I could hold it alone till doomsday.
How are you?" "All right," the other repeated desperately, through clenched teeth. "I've I've taken knives from men before on the docks at Stockholm. I missed his hand at first it was the night." The cabin door swung open, and a sudden lurch flung Millie Stope against the wheel. Woolfolk caught and held her until the wave rolled by.
He hesitated; then: "Miss Stope will be here; and if, after an hour, you hear nothing from me, take her out to the ketch for the night. Insist on her going. If you hear nothing from me still, make the first town and report." He mounted by a cross pinning to the insecure surface above; and, picking his way to solid earth, waited.
Millie Stope said once more: "Good night." It was evident to Woolfolk that he could gain nothing more at present; and stifling an angry protest, an impatient troop of questions, he turned and strode back to the tender. However, he hadn't the slightest intention of following Millie's indirectly expressed wish for him to leave.
He saw the mezzotint with its sere and sunny peace, the portfolios on their stands, like grotesque and flattened quadrupeds, and Lichfield Stope on the floor, still hiding his dead face in the crook of his arm. He saw these things, remembered them, and yet now they had new significance they oozed a sort of vital horror, they seemed to crawl with a malignant and repulsive life.
I had trouble with them over some drilling the morning you left; and when I went back to the stope after seeing you and Miss Paulette off, they'd cleared out. They must have gone a couple of hours before you did.
He was, he told himself aggressively; he wanted nothing more from living and had nothing to give. Yet his pity for Millie Stope mounted obscurely, bringing with it thoughts, dim obligations and desires, to which he had declared himself dead. "I wonder if you are to be envied?" she queried. A sudden astounding willingness to speak of himself, even of the past, swept over him. "Hardly," he replied.
We'd no guns but Marcia's popgun and her rifle; two of us, even on the shelf in Thompson's stope, would do little good with those against all Macartney's men crowding into the stope and giving us a volley the second our fire from the shelf drew theirs. We might pick off half a dozen of them before our cartridges gave out. But there was no sense in that business.
She too was a part of the house; she had led him there a white flame that he had followed into the swamp. And this was no ordinary marsh. It was, he added aloud, "A swamp of souls." "Then," she replied, "we must leave at once." A dragging sound rose from the hall. Millie Stope cowered in a voiceless accession of terror; but John Woolfolk, lamp in hand, moved to the door.
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