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"You going home, Mr. William?" said he. "Yes, I am; but why do you ask me?" "Why, how are you going to cross Willow's Creek?" asked the old man. "On the bridge," said William, laughing; "did you think I was going to jump my horse across?" "No, but you can't cross the bridge," said the farmer, "for the bridge is broken down." "Why, I crossed it early this morning," said William.
"After this, if a fellow should kiss you, it would be a crime, wouldn't it?" he bantered. "Don't you dare try it, Tom Dixon," she flashed fiercely. Hitherto he had usually thought of her as a school girl, even though she was teaching in the Willow's district.
He tore open her dress and found that she was not crushed as he had feared. Then he ran for water. When he returned, the Willow's eyes were open and she was gasping for breath. "The blessed saints be praised!" sobbed Pierrot, falling on his knees at her side. "Nepeese, ma Nepeese!" She smiled at him, and Pierrot drew her up to him, forgetting the water he had run so hard to get.
But he heard the second and the third and then scream after scream as the Willow's tender body was slowly crushed under the settling mass. He ran toward it with the speed of the wind. The cries were now weaker dying away. He saw Baree as he came out from under the rock and ran into the canyon, and in the same instant he saw a part of the Willow's dress and her moccasined feet.
The golden-chaliced crocus burns; The long narcissus-blades appear; The cone-beaked hyacinth returns, And lights her blue-flamed chandelier. The willow's whistling lashes, wrung By the wild winds of gusty March, With sallow leaflets lightly strung, Are swaying by the tufted larch.
Whenever a bit of brush touched his wound, he would snap at it viciously, and instead of whimpering when he felt one of the sharp twinges shooting through him, an angry little growl gathered in his throat, and his teeth clicked. Now that he was out of the hole, the effect of the Willow's shot was stirring every drop of wolf blood in his body.
I badly want a pipe. The next piece of shade that you see, sing out, and we'll put in there." "Pull your left," said Mike. "That willow's what you want." Uncle John looked over his shoulder, caught a crab, recovered himself, and steered the boat in under the shade of the branches. "Put the rope over that stump. Can you manage with one hand? Here, let me Done it? Good. A-ah!"
Havn't I been crossing it these fifty years? and aint I up to all its freaks and ways? Sometimes it is as quiet as a wearied baby, but now it is foaming and lashing, as a tiger after prey. You'd better disappoint Miss Ellen for one night, than to bring a whole lifetime of trouble upon her. Don't be foolhardy, now; your horse can't carry you safely over Willow's Creek this night."
Pierrot advanced and laid a hand on McTaggart's arm. He was smiling. "Let us leave them to fight it out between themselves, m'sieu," he said. "They are two little firebrands, and we are not safe. If she is bitten " He shrugged his shoulders. A great load had been lifted from them suddenly. His voice was soft and persuasive. And now the anger had gone out of the Willow's face.
Instantly Baree showed that he was alive. He sprang back from under the Willow's hand with a sudden snarl and faced McTaggart. The hair of his spine stood up like a brush; his fangs gleamed menacingly, and his eyes burned like living coals. "There is a devil in him," said McTaggart. "He is wild born of the wolf. You must be careful or he will take off a hand, kit sakahet."
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