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Bud tra it was not so deep, or else

deep enough to

too of Cash and how he hoped Cash would get his fill of silence, and of

Frank, and wondering where he would find him He had covered perhaps two

rouch, and had

stopped to unbutton his coat, when he heard the crunching of feet in the

snow, just beyond a thick clu spruce

Bud was not particularly cautious, nor was he averse to h, and waited to see as

coh to be

noticeable

In a rove and shied

off startled when she glirunted and started on, and

the squaw stepped clear of the faintly defined trail to let hi her shapeless body around so that she half faced hiave her only a glance He

hated fat old squaws that were dirty and wore their hair straggling down

over their crafty, black eyes They burlesqued wo resent to commend her to his notice She had a dirty red