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“
Mr
.
McLean
,
”
said
Freckles
,
“
it
’
s
sorry
I
am
to
be
telling
you
,
but
the
afternoon
’
s
walking
of
the
line
ain
’
t
done
.
You
see
,
I
was
just
for
getting
to
me
feet
to
start
,
and
I
was
on
time
,
when
up
came
a
gintleman
,
and
we
got
into
a
little
heated
argument
.
It
’
s
either
settled
,
or
it
’
s
just
begun
,
but
between
us
,
I
’
m
that
late
I
haven
’
t
started
for
the
afternoon
yet
.
I
must
be
going
at
once
,
for
there
’
s
a
tree
I
must
find
before
the
day
’
s
over
.
”
“
You
plucky
little
idiot
,
”
growled
McLean
.
“
You
can
’
t
walk
the
line
!
I
doubt
if
you
can
reach
Duncan
’
s
.
Don
’
t
you
know
when
you
are
done
up
?
You
go
to
bed
;
I
’
ll
finish
your
work
.
”
“
Niver
!
”
protested
Freckles
.
“
I
was
just
a
little
done
up
for
the
prisint
,
a
minute
ago
.
I
’
m
all
right
now
.
Riding
-
boots
are
far
too
low
.
The
day
’
s
hot
and
the
walk
a
good
seven
miles
,
sir
.
Niver
!
”
As
he
reached
for
the
outfit
he
pitched
forward
and
his
eyes
closed
.
McLean
stretched
him
on
the
moss
and
applied
restoratives
.
When
Freckles
returned
to
consciousness
,
McLean
ran
to
the
cabin
to
tell
Mrs
.
Duncan
to
have
a
hot
bath
ready
,
and
to
bring
Nellie
.
That
worthy
woman
promptly
filled
the
wash
-
boiler
,
starting
a
roaring
fire
under
it
.
She
pushed
the
horse
-
trough
from
its
base
and
rolled
it
to
the
kitchen
.
By
the
time
McLean
came
again
,
leading
Nelie
and
holding
Freckles
on
her
back
,
Mrs
.
Duncan
was
ready
for
business
.
She
and
the
Boss
laid
Freckles
in
the
trough
and
poured
on
hot
water
until
he
squirmed
.
They
soaked
and
massaged
him
.
Then
they
drew
off
the
hot
water
and
closed
his
pores
with
cold
.
Lastly
they
stretched
him
on
the
floor
and
chafed
,
rubbed
,
and
kneaded
him
until
he
cried
out
for
mercy
.
As
they
rolled
him
into
bed
,
his
eyes
dropped
shut
,
but
a
little
later
they
flared
open
.
“
Mr
.
McLean
,
”
he
cried
,
“
the
tree
!
Oh
,
do
be
looking
after
the
tree
!
”
McLean
bent
over
him
.
“
Which
tree
,
Freckles
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
exact
sir
;
but
it
’
s
on
the
east
line
,
and
the
wire
is
fastened
to
it
.
He
bragged
that
you
nailed
it
yourself
,
sir
.
You
’
ll
know
it
by
the
bark
having
been
laid
open
to
the
grain
somewhere
low
down
.
Five
hundred
dollars
he
offered
me
—
to
be
—
selling
you
out
—
sir
!
”
