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“
Who
comes
this
way
,
so
blithe
and
gay
,
Upon
a
merry
Christmas
day
?
”
His
quick
Irish
wit
roused
to
the
ridiculousness
of
it
until
he
broke
into
a
laugh
that
steadied
him
amazingly
.
Through
the
bushes
he
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
oncoming
figure
.
His
heart
flooded
with
joy
,
for
it
was
a
man
from
the
gang
.
Wessner
had
been
his
bunk
-
mate
the
night
he
came
down
the
corduroy
.
He
knew
him
as
well
as
any
of
McLean
’
s
men
.
This
was
no
timber
-
thief
.
No
doubt
the
Boss
had
sent
him
with
a
message
.
Freckles
sprang
up
and
called
cheerily
,
a
warm
welcome
on
his
face
.
“
Well
,
it
’
s
good
telling
if
you
’
re
glad
to
see
me
,
”
said
Wessner
,
with
something
very
like
a
breath
of
relief
.
“
We
been
hearing
down
at
the
camp
you
were
so
mighty
touchy
you
didn
’
t
allow
a
man
within
a
rod
of
the
line
.
”
“
No
more
do
I
,
”
answered
Freckles
,
“
if
he
’
s
a
stranger
,
but
you
’
re
from
McLean
,
ain
’
t
you
?
”
“
Oh
,
damn
McLean
!
”
said
Wessner
.
Freckles
gripped
the
cudgel
until
his
knuckles
slowly
turned
purple
.
“
And
are
you
railly
saying
so
?
”
he
inquired
with
elaborate
politeness
.
