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A
muskrat
waddled
down
the
bank
and
swam
for
the
swamp
,
its
pointed
nose
riffling
the
water
into
a
shining
trail
in
its
wake
.
Then
,
below
the
turtle
-
log
,
a
dripping
silver
-
gray
head
,
with
shining
eyes
,
was
cautiously
lifted
,
and
Freckles
’
hand
slid
to
his
revolver
.
Higher
and
higher
came
the
head
,
a
long
,
heavy
,
furcoated
body
arose
,
now
half
,
now
three
-
fourths
from
the
water
.
Freckles
looked
at
his
shaking
hand
and
doubted
,
but
he
gathered
his
forces
,
the
shot
rang
,
and
the
otter
lay
quiet
.
He
hurried
down
and
tried
to
lift
it
.
He
scarcely
could
muster
strength
to
carry
it
to
the
bridge
.
The
consciousness
that
he
really
could
go
no
farther
with
it
made
Freckles
realize
the
fact
that
he
was
close
the
limit
of
human
endurance
.
He
could
bear
it
little
,
if
any
,
longer
.
Every
hour
the
dear
face
of
the
Angel
wavered
before
him
,
and
behind
it
the
awful
distorted
image
of
Black
Jack
,
as
he
had
sworn
to
the
punishment
he
would
mete
out
to
her
.
He
must
either
see
McLean
,
or
else
make
a
trip
to
town
and
find
her
father
.
Which
should
he
do
?
He
was
almost
a
stranger
,
so
the
Angel
’
s
father
might
not
be
impressed
with
what
he
said
as
he
would
if
McLean
went
to
him
.
Then
he
remembered
that
McLean
had
said
he
would
come
that
morning
.
Freckles
never
had
forgotten
before
.
He
hurried
on
the
east
trail
as
fast
as
his
tottering
legs
would
carry
him
.
He
stopped
when
he
came
to
the
first
guard
,
and
telling
him
of
his
luck
,
asked
him
to
get
the
otter
and
carry
it
to
the
cabin
,
as
he
was
anxious
to
meet
McLean
.
Freckles
passed
the
second
guard
without
seeing
him
,
and
hurried
to
the
Boss
.
He
took
off
his
hat
,
wiped
his
forehead
,
and
stood
silent
under
the
eyes
of
McLean
.
The
Boss
was
dumbfounded
.
Mrs
.
Duncan
had
led
him
to
expect
that
he
would
find
a
change
in
Freckles
,
but
this
was
almost
deathly
.
The
fact
was
apparent
that
the
boy
scarcely
knew
what
he
was
doing
.
His
eyes
had
a
glazed
,
far
-
sighted
appearance
,
that
wrung
the
heart
of
the
man
who
loved
him
.
Without
a
thought
of
preliminaries
,
McLean
leaned
in
the
saddle
and
drew
Freckles
to
him
.
“
My
poor
lad
!
”
he
said
.
“
My
poor
,
dear
lad
!
tell
me
,
and
we
will
try
to
right
it
!
”
Freckles
had
twisted
his
fingers
in
Nellie
’
s
mane
.
At
the
kind
words
his
face
dropped
on
McLean
’
s
thigh
and
he
shook
with
a
nervous
chill
.
McLean
gathered
him
closer
and
waited
.
When
the
guard
came
with
the
otter
,
McLean
without
a
word
motioned
him
to
lay
it
down
and
leave
them
.
“
Freckles
,
”
said
McLean
at
last
,
“
will
you
tell
me
,
or
must
I
set
to
work
in
the
dark
and
try
to
find
the
trouble
?
”
