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“
Well
,
I
rather
guess
!
”
he
cried
.
The
Angel
drew
a
deep
breath
and
surveyed
him
rapturously
.
“
My
,
but
you
’
re
tall
!
”
she
commented
.
“
Do
you
suppose
I
ever
will
grow
to
reach
your
shoulders
?
”
She
stood
on
tiptoe
and
measured
the
distance
with
her
eyes
.
Then
she
developed
timid
confusion
,
while
her
glance
sought
the
ground
.
“
I
wish
I
could
do
something
,
”
she
half
whispered
.
Jack
seemed
to
increase
an
inch
in
height
.
“
What
?
”
he
asked
hoarsely
.
“
Lariat
Bill
used
always
to
have
a
bunch
of
red
flowers
in
his
shirt
pocket
.
The
red
lit
up
his
dark
eyes
and
olive
cheeks
and
made
him
splendid
.
May
I
put
some
red
flowers
on
you
?
”
Freckles
stared
as
he
wheezed
for
breath
.
He
wished
the
earth
would
open
and
swallow
him
.
Was
he
dead
or
alive
?
Since
his
Angel
had
seen
Black
Jack
she
never
had
glanced
his
way
.
Was
she
completely
bewitched
?
Would
she
throw
herself
at
the
man
’
s
feet
before
them
all
?
Couldn
’
t
she
give
him
even
one
thought
?
Hadn
’
t
she
seen
that
he
was
gagged
and
bound
?
Did
she
truly
think
that
these
were
McLean
’
s
men
?
Why
,
she
could
not
!
It
was
only
a
few
days
ago
that
she
had
been
close
enough
to
this
man
and
angry
enough
with
him
to
peel
the
hat
from
his
head
with
a
shot
!
Suddenly
a
thing
she
had
said
jestingly
to
him
one
day
came
back
with
startling
force
:
“
You
must
take
Angels
on
trust
.
”
Of
course
you
must
!
She
was
his
Angel
.
She
must
have
seen
!
His
life
,
and
what
was
far
more
,
her
own
,
was
in
her
hands
.
There
was
nothing
he
could
do
but
trust
her
.
Surely
she
was
working
out
some
plan
.
The
Angel
knelt
beside
his
flower
bed
and
recklessly
tore
up
by
the
roots
a
big
bunch
of
foxfire
.
