I was coming to you when I remimbered you would be here." He lifted his face and gazed across the swale, with his jaws set firmly a minute, as if gathering his forces.

Then he spoke.
"It's the Angel, sir," he said.
Instinctively McLean's grip on him tightened, and Freckles looked into the Boss's face in wonder.
"I tried, the other day," said Freckles, "and I couldn't seem to make you see.

It's only that there hasn't been an hour, waking or sleeping, since the day she parted the bushes and looked into me room, that the face of her hasn't been before me in all the tinderness, beauty, and mischief of it.

She talked to me friendly like.

She trusted me entirely to take right care of her.