Now, you go look; and Mr.McLean, you do feel that Freckles has been brave and faithful?
You won't love him any the less even if you don't find the logs." The Angel's nerve gave way and she began to cry.

Freckles could not endure it.

He almost ran from the room, with the tears in his eyes; but McLean took the Angel from the Bird Woman's arms, and kissed her brave little face, stroked her hair, and petted her into quietness before he left.
As they drove to the swamp, McLean so earnestly seconded all that the Angel had said that he soon had the boy feeling much better.
"Freckles, your Angel has a spice of the devil in her, but she's superb! You needn't spend any time questioning or bewailing anything she does.
Just worship blindly, my boy.

By heaven! she's sense, courage, and beauty for half a dozen girls," said McLean.
"It's altogether right you are, sir," affirmed Freckles heartily.
Presently he added, "There's no question but the series is over now." "Don't think it!" answered McLean.

"The Bird Woman is working for success, and success along any line is not won by being scared out.