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He would forget that his partner had brought him from Faraway a dog-team with which to escape, that he was supplying him with funds to carry him through the winter. He would remember only that he had balked and humiliated him. "Better get into the house the stuff from the sled," the gambler said. "And we'll rustle wood. No telling how long this storm'll last." "Tha's right," agreed West.
Sence he's waked up an' took an interest he's done fine. He's the best o' the lot and his knowin' that is what inspires him to do better yet. That, an' hopin' to please the Boss. But I hope the storm'll blow over the one they're brewin'. And I wonder what in creation ever did become o' that first boy, or of Wunny."
'Tis likely the storm'll last the night through whatever, and I'll never be able to stick un out that long." Jamie again found himself dozing, and again he got upon his feet. "I'll have to be doin' somethin'," said he. "I'll keep my grit and try to think of somethin' to do or I'll perish." Jamie was right. He was in peril, and grave peril.
By now he's likely on our trail with his riders." "Lassiter, you're going into the Pass to hide till all this storm blows over?" "I reckon that's Jane's idea. I'm thinkin' the storm'll be a powerful long time blowin' over. I was comin' to join you in Surprise Valley. You'll go back now with me?" "No. I want to take Bess out of Utah. Lassiter, Bess found gold in the valley.
Scraggy knew that hauling lumber was but the cover for a darker trade. Yet as she glanced at the stolid, indifferent man trudging behind the mules a lovelight sprang into her eyes. Later, by an hour, the mules came to a halt at Lem's order. "Throw down that gangplank, Scraggy," stammered Crabbe, "and put the brat below! I want to get these here mules in. The storm'll be here in any minute."
Shearer, the water dripping from his flaxen mustache, joined them like a shadow. "I heard you come in," he explained to Carpenter. At the river he announced his opinion. "We can hold her all right," he assured them. "It'll take a few more piles, but by morning the storm'll be over, and she'll begin to go down again." The three picked their way over the creaking, swaying timber.
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