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Prisoners of Chance

CHAPTER XIX
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I must except the old Puritan, however, who would have eaten, I believe, had that same figure been dancing at his elbow.

Many anxious looks were cast upward at the rock crest, every unwonted sound causing us to start and glance about in nervous terror.

It seems to me now Eloise remained the most self-controlled among us, and I have felt sincerely ashamed at yielding to my weaker nature in thus betraying nervousness before that company.

Yet had she been in safety I would have proven more of a man, as by this time no haunting superstition remained to burden my heart.
I realized we were leaguered by flesh and blood, not by demons of the air, and had never counted my life specially valuable in Indian campaign.

But to be compelled to look into her fair face, to feel constantly the trustful gaze of her brown eyes, knowing well what would be her certain fate should she fall into savage hands, operated in breaking down all the manliness within me, leaving me like a helpless child, ready to start at the slightest sound.


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