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So
it
was
killing
,
then
.
They
were
not
only
after
this
one
tree
,
but
many
,
and
with
his
body
it
was
their
plan
to
kill
his
honor
.
To
brand
him
a
thief
,
with
them
,
before
the
Angel
,
the
Bird
Woman
,
the
dear
Boss
,
and
the
Duncans
—
Freckles
,
in
sick
despair
,
sagged
against
the
ropes
.
Then
he
gathered
his
forces
and
thought
swiftly
.
There
was
no
hope
of
McLean
’
s
coming
.
They
had
chosen
a
day
when
they
knew
he
had
a
big
contract
at
the
South
camp
.
The
Boss
could
not
come
before
tomorrow
by
any
possibility
,
and
there
would
be
no
tomorrow
for
the
boy
.
Duncan
was
on
his
way
to
the
South
camp
,
and
the
Bird
Woman
had
said
she
would
come
as
soon
as
she
could
.
After
the
fatigue
of
the
party
,
it
was
useless
to
expect
her
and
the
Angel
today
,
and
God
save
them
from
coming
!
The
Angel
’
s
father
had
said
they
would
be
as
safe
in
the
Limberlost
as
at
home
.
What
would
he
think
of
this
?
The
sweat
broke
on
Freckles
’
forehead
.
He
tugged
at
the
ropes
whenever
he
felt
that
he
dared
,
but
they
were
passed
around
the
tree
and
his
body
several
times
,
and
knotted
on
his
chest
.
He
was
helpless
.
There
was
no
hope
,
no
help
.
And
after
they
had
conspired
to
make
him
appear
a
runaway
thief
to
his
loved
ones
,
what
was
it
that
Wessner
would
do
to
him
?
Whatever
it
was
,
Freckles
lifted
his
head
and
resolved
that
he
would
bear
in
mind
what
he
had
once
heard
the
Bird
Woman
say
.
He
would
go
out
bonnily
.
Never
would
he
let
them
see
,
if
he
grew
afraid
.
After
all
,
what
did
it
matter
what
they
did
to
his
body
if
by
some
scheme
of
the
devil
they
could
encompass
his
disgrace
?
Then
hope
suddenly
rose
high
in
Freckles
’
breast
.
They
could
not
do
that
!
The
Angel
would
not
believe
.
Neither
would
McLean
.
He
would
keep
up
his
courage
.
Kill
him
they
could
;
dishonor
him
they
could
not
.
Yet
,
summon
all
the
fortitude
he
might
,
that
saw
eating
into
the
tree
rasped
his
nerves
worse
and
worse
.
With
whirling
brain
he
gazed
into
the
Limberlost
,
searching
for
something
,
he
knew
not
what
,
and
in
blank
horror
found
his
eyes
focusing
on
the
Angel
.
She
was
quite
a
distance
away
,
but
he
could
see
her
white
lips
and
angry
expression
.
Last
week
he
had
taken
her
and
the
Bird
Woman
across
the
swamp
over
the
path
he
followed
in
going
from
his
room
to
the
chicken
tree
.
He
had
told
them
the
night
before
,
that
the
butterfly
tree
was
on
the
line
close
to
this
path
.
In
figuring
on
their
not
coming
that
day
,
he
failed
to
reckon
with
the
enthusiasm
of
the
Bird
Woman
.
They
must
be
there
for
the
study
,
and
the
Angel
had
risked
crossing
the
swamp
in
search
of
him
.
Or
was
there
something
in
his
room
they
needed
?
The
blood
surged
in
his
ears
as
the
roar
of
the
Limberlost
in
the
wrath
of
a
storm
.
He
looked
again
,
and
it
had
been
a
dream
.
She
was
not
there
.
Had
she
been
?
For
his
life
,
Freckles
could
not
tell
whether
he
really
had
seen
the
Angel
,
or
whether
his
strained
senses
had
played
him
the
most
cruel
trick
of
all
.
Or
was
it
not
the
kindest
?
Now
he
could
go
with
the
vision
of
her
lovely
face
fresh
with
him
.
