[The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey]@TWC D-Link bookThe Spirit of the Border CHAPTER IV 17/26
." Joe lifted her as if she were a baby, and carrying her down to the raft, gently laid her by her sleeping sister. The innocent words which he should not have heard were like a blow. What she would never have acknowledged in her waking hours had been revealed in her dreams.
He recalled the glance of Jim's eyes as it had rested on Nell many times that day, and now these things were most significant. He found at the end of the island a great, mossy stone.
On this he climbed, and sat where the moonlight streamed upon him.
Gradually that cold bitterness died out from his face, as it passed from his heart, and once more he became engrossed in the silver sheen on the water, the lapping of the waves on the pebbly beach, and in that speaking, mysterious silence of the woods. * * * When the first faint rays of red streaked over the eastern hill-tops, and the river mist arose from the water in a vapory cloud, Jeff Lynn rolled out of his blanket, stretched his long limbs, and gave a hearty call to the morning.
His cheerful welcome awakened all the voyagers except Joe, who had spent the night in watching and the early morning in fishing. "Wal, I'll be darned," ejaculated Jeff as he saw Joe.
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