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Updated: July 9, 2025
"I never supposed that we would send another man in here at least not until something had been heard concerning our success or failure.... I had understood that such a policy was not advisable. You know yourself, Yellow-hair, that the fewer people we have here the better the chance. And it was so decided before we left New York.... And I wonder what occurred to alter our policy."
We have lived among the mad for more than a year among thousands and thousands and thousands of them of men and women and even children in whose minds the light of reason had died out.... Thirty thousand dying minds in which only a dreadful twilight reigned!... I don't know how we endured it and retained our reason.... Do you, Yellow-hair?" The girl did not reply.
We MUST keep away from them.... Otherwise we could never hope to creep into the valley alive,... Tell me, Yellow-hair, have you thought of anything new?" The girl shook her head. "No, Kay.... Except that chance of running across this new man of whom we never had heard before the stupid Boche advertised his presence in Les Errues."
"Because you and I are doomed to a rather intimate comradeship a companionship far beyond conventions, Yellow-hair. That is what is ahead of us. And you will have enough to weary you without having another item to add to it." "What item?" At that she became very silent and badly scared. What demon was prompting her to such provocation?
"It's cold water. Few can swim Isla Water. It's a long swim from Isla Craig to the house." "I can do it, I think." After a terrible silence he said: "Yes, best try it, Yellow-hair.... I had meant to keep the last cartridge for you..." "Dear Kay," she breathed close to his cheek.
McKay extinguished his torch and pocketed it. "The sun will lead us back, Yellow-hair," he whispered. "Now hold very tightly to my hand, for it's a slippery and narrow way we tread together." The rocks were glassy. But there were bushes and mosses; and presently wild grass and soil on the other side.
But The Cold Hand of Isla had touched this girl in vain MOLADH MAIRI!! "Yellow-hair! Yellow-hair!" he whispered. The roar of rushing motors from Glenark filled his ears. He picked up one of her little hands and chafed it. Then she opened her golden eyes, looked up at him, and a flood of rose dyed her body from brow to ankle. "It it is a long way across Isla Water," she stammered.
After awhile he slept too; but before dawn he awoke, took a flash-light and his pistol and started down the slope for the wood's edge. Her sweet, sleepy voice halted him: "Kay dear?" "Yes, Yellow-hair." "May I go?" "Don't you want to sleep?" "No." She sat up under a tumbling shower of silvery dead leaves, shook out her hair, gathered it and twisted it around her brow like a turban.
And she had looked at him out of those golden eyes when he had been less than a mere brute beast.... That was very hard to know and remember .... But it was the price he had to pay that this fresh, sweet, clean young thing had seen him as he once had been, and that he never could forget what she had looked upon. "Kay!" "Yes, Lady Yellow-hair." "What are you going to do with that rod?"
Presently he was obliged to fire again, but remained uncertain as to his luck in the raging storm of lead that followed. "I guess you better go, Yellow-hair," he whispered. "My guns are about all in." "Try to hold them off. I'll come back. Of course you understand I'm not going for myself, Kay, I'm going for ammunition." "What!" "What did you suppose?" she asked curtly.
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