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"No!GULDEN!" Joan had to moisten her lips to speak the

monster's naold"

Joan's intelligence grasped this, but her mented now, amounted almost to a spell Still, despite the

darkness of her mind, she had a flash of inspiration and of spirit

"Kells is my only hope!If he doesn't join us soon--then we'll

run!And if we can't escape that"--Joan esture

toward the fore--"you must kill

"I will!" he proh locked teeth

And then they rode on, with dark, faces bent over the muddy water

and treacherous stones

When Jesse Smith led out of that brook it was to ride upon bare

rock He was not leaving any trail Horses and riders were of no

consideration And he was a genius for picking hard ground and

covering it He never slackened his gait, and it seeht

For Joan the ride became toil and the toil became pain But there

was no rest Sht found the cavalcade stillThen it halted just as Joan

was about to succurass She begged for water, and she drank and drank But she