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Next
morning
found
Freckles
in
clean
,
whole
clothing
,
fed
,
and
rested
.
Then
McLean
outfitted
him
and
gave
him
careful
instruction
in
the
use
of
his
weapon
.
The
Boss
showed
him
around
the
timber
-
line
,
and
engaged
him
a
place
to
board
with
the
family
of
his
head
teamster
,
Duncan
,
whom
he
had
brought
from
Scotland
with
him
,
and
who
lived
in
a
small
clearing
he
was
working
out
between
the
swamp
and
the
corduroy
.
When
the
gang
was
started
for
the
south
camp
,
Freckles
was
left
to
guard
a
fortune
in
the
Limberlost
.
That
he
was
under
guard
himself
those
first
weeks
he
never
knew
.
Each
hour
was
torture
to
the
boy
.
The
restricted
life
of
a
great
city
orphanage
was
the
other
extreme
of
the
world
compared
with
the
Limberlost
.
He
was
afraid
for
his
life
every
minute
.
The
heat
was
intense
.
The
heavy
wading
-
boots
rubbed
his
feet
until
they
bled
.
He
was
sore
and
stiff
from
his
long
tramp
and
outdoor
exposure
.
The
seven
miles
of
trail
was
agony
at
every
step
.
He
practiced
at
night
,
under
the
direction
of
Duncan
,
until
he
grew
sure
in
the
use
of
his
revolver
.
He
cut
a
stout
hickory
cudgel
,
with
a
knot
on
the
end
as
big
as
his
fist
;
this
never
left
his
hand
.
What
he
thought
in
those
first
days
he
himself
could
not
recall
clearly
afterward
.
His
heart
stood
still
every
time
he
saw
the
beautiful
marsh
-
grass
begin
a
sinuous
waving
AGAINST
the
play
of
the
wind
,
as
McLean
had
told
him
it
would
.
He
bolted
half
a
mile
with
the
first
boom
of
the
bittern
,
and
his
hat
lifted
with
every
yelp
of
the
sheitpoke
.
Once
he
saw
a
lean
,
shadowy
form
following
him
,
and
fired
his
revolver
.
Then
he
was
frightened
worse
than
ever
for
fear
it
might
have
been
Duncan
’
s
collie
.
The
first
afternoon
that
he
found
his
wires
down
,
and
he
was
compelled
to
plunge
knee
deep
into
the
black
swamp
-
muck
to
restring
them
,
he
became
so
ill
from
fear
and
nervousness
that
he
scarcely
could
control
his
shaking
hand
to
do
the
work
.
With
every
step
,
he
felt
that
he
would
miss
secure
footing
and
be
swallowed
in
that
clinging
sea
of
blackness
.
In
dumb
agony
he
plunged
forward
,
clinging
to
the
posts
and
trees
until
he
had
finished
restringing
and
testing
the
wire
.
He
had
consumed
much
time
.
Night
closed
in
.
The
Limberlost
stirred
gently
,
then
shook
herself
,
growled
,
and
awoke
around
him
.
There
seemed
to
be
a
great
owl
hooting
from
every
hollow
tree
,
and
a
little
one
screeching
from
every
knothole
.
The
bellowing
of
big
bullfrogs
was
not
sufficiently
deafening
to
shut
out
the
wailing
of
whip
-
poor
-
wills
that
seemed
to
come
from
every
bush
.
Nighthawks
swept
past
him
with
their
shivering
cry
,
and
bats
struck
his
face
.
A
prowling
wildcat
missed
its
catch
and
screamed
with
rage
.
A
straying
fox
bayed
incessantly
for
its
mate
.
The
hair
on
the
back
of
Freckles
’
neck
arose
as
bristles
,
and
his
knees
wavered
beneath
him
.
He
could
not
see
whether
the
dreaded
snakes
were
on
the
trail
,
or
,
in
the
pandemonium
,
hear
the
rattle
for
which
McLean
had
cautioned
him
to
listen
.
He
stood
motionless
in
an
agony
of
fear
.
His
breath
whistled
between
his
teeth
.
The
perspiration
ran
down
his
face
and
body
in
little
streams
.
Something
big
,
black
,
and
heavy
came
crashing
through
the
swamp
close
to
him
,
and
with
a
yell
of
utter
panic
Freckles
ran
—
how
far
he
did
not
know
;
but
at
last
he
gained
control
over
himself
and
retraced
his
steps
.
His
jaws
set
stiffly
and
the
sweat
dried
on
his
body
.
When
he
reached
the
place
from
which
he
had
started
to
run
,
he
turned
and
with
measured
steps
made
his
way
down
the
line
.
After
a
time
he
realized
that
he
was
only
walking
,
so
he
faced
that
sea
of
horrors
again
.
When
he
came
toward
the
corduroy
,
the
cudgel
fell
to
test
the
wire
at
each
step
.
Sounds
that
curdled
his
blood
seemed
to
encompass
him
,
and
shapes
of
terror
to
draw
closer
and
closer
.
Fear
had
so
gained
the
mastery
that
he
did
not
dare
look
behind
him
;
and
just
when
he
felt
that
he
would
fall
dead
before
he
ever
reached
the
clearing
,
came
Duncan
’
s
rolling
call
:
“
Freckles
!
Freckles
!
”
A
shuddering
sob
burst
in
the
boy
’
s
dry
throat
;
but
he
only
told
Duncan
that
finding
the
wire
down
had
caused
the
delay
.
The
next
morning
he
started
on
time
.
Day
after
day
,
with
his
heart
pounding
,
he
ducked
,
dodged
,
ran
when
he
could
,
and
fought
when
he
was
brought
to
bay
.
If
he
ever
had
an
idea
of
giving
up
,
no
one
knew
it
;
for
he
clung
to
his
job
without
the
shadow
of
wavering
.
All
these
things
,
in
so
far
as
he
guessed
them
,
Duncan
,
who
had
been
set
to
watch
the
first
weeks
of
Freckles
’
work
,
carried
to
the
Boss
at
the
south
camp
;
but
the
innermost
,
exquisite
torture
of
the
thing
the
big
Scotchman
never
guessed
,
and
McLean
,
with
his
finer
perceptions
,
came
only
a
little
closer
.
