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“
They
’
ve
been
hanging
round
out
there
for
several
days
past
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
I
think
it
means
.
I
think
the
old
rattler
has
killed
something
too
big
for
him
to
swallow
,
and
he
’
s
keeping
guard
and
won
’
t
let
me
chickens
have
it
.
I
’
m
just
sure
,
from
the
way
the
birds
have
acted
out
there
all
summer
,
that
it
is
the
rattler
’
s
den
.
You
watch
them
now
.
See
the
way
they
dip
and
then
rise
,
frightened
like
!
”
Suddenly
McLean
turned
toward
him
with
blanching
face
“
Freckles
!
”
he
cried
.
“
My
God
,
sir
!
”
shuddered
Freckles
.
He
dropped
the
otter
,
caught
up
his
club
,
and
plunged
into
the
swale
.
Reaching
for
his
revolver
,
McLean
followed
.
The
chickens
circled
higher
at
their
coming
,
and
the
big
snake
lifted
his
head
and
rattled
angrily
.
It
sank
in
sinuous
coils
at
the
report
of
McLean
’
s
revolver
,
and
together
he
and
Freckles
stood
beside
Black
Jack
.
His
fate
was
evident
and
most
horrible
.
“
Come
,
”
said
the
Boss
at
last
.
“
We
don
’
t
dare
touch
him
.
We
will
get
a
sheet
from
Mrs
.
Duncan
and
tuck
over
him
,
to
keep
these
swarms
of
insects
away
,
and
set
Hall
on
guard
,
while
we
find
the
officers
.
”
Freckles
’
lips
closed
resolutely
.
He
deliberately
thrust
his
club
under
Black
Jack
’
s
body
,
and
,
raising
him
,
rested
it
on
his
knee
.
He
pulled
a
long
silver
pin
from
the
front
of
the
dead
man
’
s
shirt
and
sent
it
spinning
into
the
swale
.
Then
he
gathered
up
a
few
crumpled
bright
flowers
and
dropped
them
into
the
pool
far
away
.
“
My
soul
is
sick
with
the
horror
of
this
thing
,
”
said
McLean
,
as
he
and
Freckles
drove
toward
town
.
“
I
can
’
t
understand
how
Jack
dared
risk
creeping
through
the
swale
,
even
in
desperation
.
No
one
knew
its
dangers
better
than
he
.
And
why
did
he
choose
the
rankest
,
muckiest
place
to
cross
the
swamp
?
”
