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He turned to her as she sat in the edge of the , her face streaked

with sarments half burned off her li out on the aze also

"I don't knohy I canal for me? Jackson

told me you could"

"No, I had no hope I meant no one It was only a prayer"

"It carried ten hs--all the strips of old grass I thought of your canal told th he waved his hand

"They're safe over there," said he "Think of the children!"

"Yes, and you gave me my one chance Why?"

"I don't know I suppose it was because I am a brute!" The bitterness

of his voice was plain

"Coth, and would have

risen

"No, not yet The burned ground must cool before we can walk on it I

would not even take ain" He lifted a foot of the

black Spaniard, whose ht, old

boy!" he said, and stroked the head thrust down to hientle that Molly Wingate felt a vague sort of

jealousy He ht at least

have had soht for her welfare He did speak at last as to that

"What's in your wagon?" he asked "We had better go there to wait Have

you anything along--oil, flour, anything to use on burns? You're burned