Son of Kazan by James Oliver Curwood]@TWC D-Link book Son of Kazan 13/17 He had felt a slow and growing pressure, and from this pressure he had dragged himself slowly--and the pressure still followed. The mass of rock was settling! Nepeese did not see or hear or understand. She was calling to him more and more pleadingly: "Baree--Baree--Baree--" Her head and shoulders and both arms were under the rock now. The glow of her eyes was very close to Baree. |