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Freckles
could
not
endure
the
suspense
;
it
had
to
come
.
“
And
you
?
”
he
questioned
,
but
he
dared
not
lift
his
eyes
.
“
Wild
horses
me
,
too
,
”
she
laughed
,
“
couldn
’
t
keep
me
away
either
!
I
dearly
love
to
come
,
and
the
next
time
I
am
going
to
bring
my
banjo
,
and
I
’
ll
play
,
and
you
sing
for
me
some
of
the
songs
I
like
best
;
won
’
t
you
?
”
“
Yis
,
”
said
Freckles
,
because
it
was
all
he
was
capable
of
saying
just
then
.
“
It
’
s
beginning
to
act
stormy
,
”
she
said
.
“
If
you
hurry
you
will
just
about
make
it
.
Now
,
good
-
bye
.
”
Freckles
was
halfway
to
the
Limberlost
when
he
dismounted
.
He
could
ride
no
farther
,
because
he
could
not
see
the
road
.
He
sat
under
a
tree
,
and
,
leaning
against
it
,
sobs
shook
,
twisted
,
and
rent
him
.
If
they
would
remind
him
of
his
position
,
speak
condescendingly
,
or
notice
his
hand
,
he
could
endure
it
,
but
this
—
it
surely
would
kill
him
!
His
hot
,
pulsing
Irish
blood
was
stirred
deeply
.
What
did
they
mean
?
Why
did
they
do
it
?
Were
they
like
that
to
everyone
?
Was
it
pity
?
It
could
not
be
,
for
he
knew
that
the
Bird
Woman
and
the
Angel
’
s
father
must
know
that
he
was
not
really
McLean
’
s
son
,
and
it
did
not
matter
to
them
in
the
least
.
In
spite
of
accident
and
poverty
,
they
evidently
expected
him
to
do
something
worth
while
in
the
world
.
That
must
be
his
remedy
.
He
must
work
on
his
education
.
He
must
get
away
.
He
must
find
and
do
the
great
thing
of
which
the
Angel
talked
.
For
the
first
time
,
his
thoughts
turned
anxiously
toward
the
city
and
the
beginning
of
his
studies
.
McLean
and
the
Duncans
spoke
of
him
as
“
the
boy
,
”
but
he
was
a
man
.
He
must
face
life
bravely
and
act
a
man
’
s
part
.
The
Angel
was
a
mere
child
.
He
must
not
allow
her
to
torture
him
past
endurance
with
her
frank
comradeship
that
meant
to
him
high
heaven
,
earth
’
s
richness
,
and
all
that
lay
between
,
and
NOTHING
to
her
.
There
was
an
ominous
growl
of
thunder
,
and
amazed
at
himself
,
Freckles
snatched
up
his
wheel
and
raced
toward
the
swamp
.
He
was
worried
to
find
his
boots
lying
at
the
cabin
door
;
the
children
playing
on
the
woodpile
told
him
that
“
mither
”
said
they
were
so
heavy
she
couldn
’
t
walk
in
them
,
and
she
had
come
back
and
taken
them
off
.
Thoroughly
frightened
,
he
stopped
only
long
enough
to
slip
them
on
,
and
then
sped
with
all
his
strength
for
the
Limberlost
.
To
the
west
,
the
long
,
black
,
hard
-
beaten
trail
lay
clear
;
but
far
up
the
east
side
,
straight
across
the
path
,
he
could
see
what
was
certainly
a
limp
,
brown
figure
.
Freckles
spun
with
all
his
might
.
Face
down
,
Sarah
Duncan
lay
across
the
trail
.
When
Freckles
turned
her
over
,
his
blood
chilled
at
the
look
of
horror
settled
on
her
face
.
There
was
a
low
humming
and
something
spatted
against
him
.
Glancing
around
,
Freckles
shivered
in
terror
,
for
there
was
a
swarm
of
wild
bees
settled
on
a
scrub
-
thorn
only
a
few
yards
away
.
The
air
was
filled
with
excited
,
unsettled
bees
making
ready
to
lead
farther
in
search
of
a
suitable
location
.
Then
he
thought
he
understood
,
and
with
a
prayer
of
thankfulness
in
his
heart
that
she
had
escaped
,
even
so
narrowly
,
he
caught
her
up
and
hurried
down
the
trail
until
they
were
well
out
of
danger
.
He
laid
her
in
the
shade
,
and
carrying
water
from
the
swamp
in
the
crown
of
his
hat
,
he
bathed
her
face
and
hands
;
but
she
lay
in
unbroken
stillness
,
without
a
sign
of
life
.
