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Molly McDonald

CHAPTER IX
11/17

I am ashamed of being so weak just now, but it was the strain.

You see," he explained carefully, "I 've been scouting through hostile Indian country mostly day and night for nearly a week, and then this thing happened.

No matter how iron a man is his nerve goes back on him after a while." "I know." "It was n't myself," he went on doggedly, "but it was the knowledge of having to take care of you.

That was what made me worry; that, and knowing a single misstep, the slightest noise, would bring those devils on us, where I could n't fight, where there was just one thing I could do." There was silence, her hands pressed to her face, her eyes fixed on him.

Then she questioned him soberly.
"You mean, kill me ?" "Sure," he answered simply, without looking around; "I would have had to do it--just as though you were a sister of mine." Her hands reached out and clasped his, and he glanced aside at her face, seeing it clearly.
"I--I thought you would," she said, her voice trembling.


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