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“
Thank
You
for
that
,
oh
God
!
”
whispered
Freckles
.
“
’
Twas
more
than
kind
of
You
and
I
don
’
t
s
’
pose
I
ought
to
be
wanting
anything
else
;
but
if
You
can
,
oh
,
I
wish
I
could
know
before
this
ends
,
if
’
twas
me
mother
”
—
Freckles
could
not
even
whisper
the
words
,
for
he
hesitated
a
second
and
ended
—
“
IF
’
TWAS
ME
MOTHER
DID
IT
!
”
“
Freckles
!
Freckles
!
Oh
,
Freckles
!
”
the
voice
of
the
Angel
came
calling
.
Freckles
swayed
forward
and
wrenched
at
the
rope
until
it
cut
deeply
into
his
body
.
“
Hell
!
”
cried
Black
Jack
.
“
Who
is
that
?
Do
you
know
?
”
Freckles
nodded
.
Jack
whipped
out
a
revolver
and
snatched
the
gag
from
Freckles
’
mouth
.
“
Say
quick
,
or
it
’
s
up
with
you
right
now
,
and
whoever
that
is
with
you
!
”
“
It
’
s
the
girl
the
Bird
Woman
takes
with
her
,
”
whispered
Freckles
through
dry
,
swollen
lips
.
“
They
ain
’
t
due
here
for
five
days
yet
,
”
said
Wessner
.
“
We
got
on
to
that
last
week
.
”
“
Yes
,
”
said
Freckles
,
“
but
I
found
a
tree
covered
with
butterflies
and
things
along
the
east
line
yesterday
that
I
thought
the
Bird
Woman
would
want
extra
,
and
I
went
to
town
to
tell
her
last
night
.
She
said
she
’
d
come
soon
,
but
she
didn
’
t
say
when
.
They
must
be
here
.
I
take
care
of
the
girl
while
the
Bird
Woman
works
.
Untie
me
quick
until
she
is
gone
.
I
’
ll
try
to
send
her
back
,
and
then
you
can
go
on
with
your
dirty
work
.
”
