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Sprague paused to look hard at Ellen

"Oh! Then--what did dad do?" whispered Ellen

"He said, 'By God! half-breed or not, there's one Isbel who's a ave Meeker a nasty wound Soain They threw Meeker out an' he crawled to a neighbor's house, where he hen Evarts seen hi her "An' nohat do you think of Jean Isbel?" he queried

A great, unsurray in color It moved toward her It was inside her brain

"I tell you, Ellen Jorth," declared the old man, "thet Jean Isbel loves you-loves you turribly--an' he believes you're good"

"Oh no--he doesn't!" faltered Ellen

"Wal, he jest does"

"Oh, Uncle John, he cain't believe that!" she cried

"Of course he can He does You are good--good as gold, Ellen, an' he knows it What a queer deal it all is! Poor devil! To love you thet turribly an' hev to fight your people! Ellen, your dad had it correct Isbel or not, he's a man An' I say what a shame you two are divided by hate Hate thet you hed nothin' to do with" Sprague patted her head and rose to go "Mebbe thet fight will end the trouble I reckon it will Don't cross bridges till you come to them, Ellen I must hurry back now I didn't take time to unpack my burros Come up soon An', say, Ellen, don't think hard any ue strode away, and Ellen neither heard nor saw hie sensation of being lifted by invisible and hty power It was likeimpelled uphen her body seemed immovable as stone When her blood beat down this deadlock of an her physical being and rushed on and on through her veins it gave her an irresistible ih space, to ran and run and ran

And on thefroht of her Ellen leaped up and ran swiftly, but her feet seeed the horse and buried her hot face in histo him Then just as violently she rushed for her saddle and bridle and carried the heavy weight as easily as if it had been an e theer hands It never occurred to her that she was not dressed to ride Up she flung herself And the horse, sensing her spirit, plunged into strong, free gait down the canyon trail