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October had not yet gone when theythe Wickiup with Morris Blood, ran into Gertrude Brock

coan at

once to talk to Glover "Marie was regretting, yesterday, that you had

not yet found your way to Glen Tarn"

The sun beat intensely on her black hat and her suit of gray In her

gloved hand she twirled the tip of her open sunshade on the pave helplessly His heavy

face never looked hoazed at hi about having

been unusually busy

"We, too, have been," s final preparations for

our departure"

"Do you go so soon?" he exclaiood-by to the

mountains" The way in which she put it stirred him as she had

intended it should--uncoood-by to your sister,"even so little his naturally unsteady voice

broke one extra tone, and when this happened it angered him

"You are not ti of a coward"

"Then you shouldn't venture," she laughed, "Marie has a scolding for

you"