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She started at the unexpected sound of his voice, yet uplifted the

welco it all closely,

could but remark the delicate shapeliness other hand

"If that old felloas her father," he reflected soberly, "I should

like to have seen herback the canteen, but without

lifting her eyes again to his face "I was so thirsty" Her low tone,

endeavoring to be polite enough, contained no note of encouragement

"Was Gillis your father?" the nize his presence

"I suppose so; I don't know"

"You don't know? Am I to understand you are actually uncertain whether

this man was your father or not?"

"That is about what I said, was n't it? Not that it is any of your

business, so far as I know, Mr Bob Haht me up, and I called him 'dad' about as far back as I

can remember, but I don't reckon as he ever told me he was my father

So you can understand just what you please"

"His name was Gillis, was n't it?"