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“
Yes
,
”
said
McLean
;
“
and
if
you
didn
’
t
have
a
first
-
class
wheel
,
you
never
could
cross
the
corduroy
on
it
at
all
.
”
As
they
walked
to
the
cabin
,
McLean
insisted
on
another
guard
,
but
Freckles
was
stubbornly
set
on
fighting
his
battle
alone
.
He
made
one
mental
condition
.
If
the
Bird
Woman
was
going
to
give
up
the
Little
Chicken
series
,
he
would
yield
to
the
second
guard
,
solely
for
the
sake
of
her
work
and
the
presence
of
the
Angel
in
the
Limberlost
.
He
did
not
propose
to
have
a
second
man
unless
it
were
absolutely
necessary
,
for
he
had
been
alone
so
long
that
he
loved
the
solitude
,
his
chickens
,
and
flowers
.
The
thought
of
having
a
stranger
to
all
his
ways
come
and
meddle
with
his
arrangements
,
frighten
his
pets
,
pull
his
flowers
,
and
interrupt
him
when
he
wanted
to
study
,
so
annoyed
him
that
he
was
blinded
to
his
real
need
for
help
.
With
McLean
it
was
a
case
of
letting
his
sober
,
better
judgment
be
overridden
by
the
boy
he
was
growing
so
to
love
that
he
could
not
endure
to
oppose
him
,
and
to
have
Freckles
keep
his
trust
and
win
alone
meant
more
than
any
money
the
Boss
might
lose
.
The
following
morning
McLean
brought
the
wheel
,
and
Freckles
took
it
to
the
trail
to
test
it
.
It
was
new
,
chainless
,
with
as
little
as
possible
to
catch
in
hurried
riding
,
and
in
every
way
the
best
of
its
kind
.
Freckles
went
skimming
around
the
trail
on
it
on
a
preliminary
trip
before
he
locked
it
in
his
case
and
started
his
minute
examination
of
his
line
on
foot
.
He
glanced
around
his
room
as
he
left
it
,
and
then
stood
staring
.
On
the
moss
before
his
prettiest
seat
lay
the
Angel
’
s
hat
.
In
the
excitement
of
yesterday
all
of
them
had
forgotten
it
.
He
went
and
picked
it
up
,
oh
!
so
carefully
,
gazing
at
it
with
hungry
eyes
,
but
touching
it
only
to
carry
it
to
his
case
,
where
he
hung
it
on
the
shining
handlebar
of
the
new
wheel
and
locked
it
among
his
treasures
.
Then
he
went
to
the
trail
,
with
a
new
expression
on
his
face
and
a
strange
throbbing
in
his
heart
.
He
was
not
in
the
least
afraid
of
anything
that
morning
.
He
felt
he
was
the
veriest
Daniel
,
but
all
his
lions
seemed
weak
and
harmless
.
What
Black
Jack
’
s
next
move
would
be
he
could
not
imagine
,
but
that
there
would
be
a
move
of
some
kind
was
certain
.
The
big
bully
was
not
a
man
to
give
up
his
purpose
,
or
to
have
the
hat
swept
from
his
head
with
a
bullet
and
bear
it
meekly
.
Moreover
,
Wessner
would
cling
to
his
revenge
with
a
Dutchman
’
s
singleness
of
mind
.
Freckles
tried
to
think
connectedly
,
but
there
were
too
many
places
on
the
trail
where
the
Angel
’
s
footprints
were
vet
visible
.
She
had
stepped
in
one
mucky
spot
and
left
a
sharp
impression
.
The
afternoon
sun
had
baked
it
hard
,
and
the
horses
’
hoofs
had
not
obliterated
any
part
of
it
,
as
they
had
in
so
many
places
.
Freckles
stood
fascinated
,
gazing
at
it
.
He
measured
it
lovingly
with
his
eye
.
He
would
not
have
ventured
a
caress
on
her
hat
any
more
than
on
her
person
,
but
this
was
different
.
Surely
a
footprint
on
a
trail
might
belong
to
anyone
who
found
and
wanted
it
.
He
stooped
under
the
wires
and
entered
the
swamp
.
With
a
little
searching
,
he
found
a
big
piece
of
thick
bark
loose
on
a
log
and
carefully
peeling
it
,
carried
it
out
and
covered
the
print
so
that
the
first
rain
would
not
obliterate
it
.
When
he
reached
his
room
,
he
tenderly
laid
the
hat
upon
his
bookshelf
,
and
to
wear
off
his
awkwardness
,
mounted
his
wheel
and
went
spinning
on
trail
again
.
It
was
like
flying
,
for
the
path
was
worn
smooth
with
his
feet
and
baked
hard
with
the
sun
almost
all
the
way
.
When
he
came
to
the
bark
,
he
veered
far
to
one
side
and
smiled
at
it
in
passing
.
Suddenly
he
was
off
the
wheel
,
kneeling
beside
it
.
He
removed
his
hat
,
carefully
lifted
the
bark
,
and
gazed
lovingly
at
the
imprint
.
“
I
wonder
what
she
was
going
to
say
of
me
voice
,
”
he
whispered
.
“
She
never
got
it
said
,
but
from
the
face
of
her
,
I
believe
she
was
liking
it
fairly
well
.
Perhaps
she
was
going
to
say
that
singing
was
the
big
thing
I
was
to
be
doing
.
That
’
s
what
they
all
thought
at
the
Home
Well
,
if
it
is
,
I
’
ll
just
shut
me
eyes
,
think
of
me
little
room
,
the
face
of
her
watching
,
and
the
heart
of
her
beating
,
and
I
’
ll
raise
them
.
Damn
them
,
if
singing
will
do
it
,
I
’
ll
raise
them
from
the
benches
!
”
