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Byrne dragged hi where poor Theriere had died It took hi time to reach it, but at last he was successful The clear, cold water helped to revive and strengthen hiht food Some wild fruit partially satisfied him for thehis steps toward "Manhattan Island"

The trail that he had passed over in fifteen hours as he had hastened to the rescue of Anthony Harding and Billy Mallory required the better part of three days now Occasionally he wondered why in the world he was traversing it anyway Hadn't he wanted to die, and leave Barbara free? But life is sweet, and the red blood still flowed strong in the veins of the ht, "and not bother her; but I'll be dinged if I want to croak in this God-forsaken hole--Grand Avenue forin my checks Gee! but I'd like to hear the rattle of the Lake Street 'L' and see the dolls co down the station steps by Skidht"

Billy Byrne was homesick And then, too, his heart was very heavy and sad because of the great love he had found-- a love which he realized was as hopeless as it was great He had the irl's arms about his neck, and her dear lips crushed to his for a brief instant, and her words--ah, those words! They would ring in Billy's head forever: "I love you, Billy, for what you ARE"

And a sudden resolve came into the ain to himself "I can't have her," he said "She isn't for the likes of me; but if I can't live with her, I can live for her--as she'd want ht If she ever hears of Billy Byrne again it won't be anything tohie across from the little island Billy caht, and hesitated to cross over and disturb the party at that hour At last, however, he decided to cross quietly, and lie down near HER hut untilwas most difficult, for he was very weak, but at last he ca for a few ain up to the top, and staggering to his feet made his way cautiously toward the two huts All was quiet He assumed that the party was asleep, and so he lay down near the rude shelter he had constructed for Barbara Harding, and fell asleep