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"Huh! Fine tions! I'm easier when I think o' that Because, Miss Molly, ef theoin' to be trouble, an'

trouble only o' one kind"

Again Molly Wingate nodded, pale and silent

"Well, a er "But

that ain't all nerride!"

"Yeh Eight hunderd mile out an' back, ef I see ye across the Snake,

like I allow I'd better do I'; I'm a wild man an' ye're one o' God's wimern But I had

sisters oncet--white they was, like you So the eight hunderd ht But thet ain't why I come, neither, or all why, yit"

"What is it then you want to tell er nodded "Yes The only trouble is, I don't knohat it is"

"Now you're foolish!"

"Shore I aood likker mebbe I'd be

foolisher--er wiser Leastways, I'd be ot what 'twas Kit Carson said to me as spreein' at Laraoin' ter do, somethin' I was

ter do fer his done he was goin' ter do Ye see, Kit's in the Army"

"Was it about--him?"

"That's what I kain't tell I jest sorntered over here a few hunderd

ot, ht now