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Freckles
stood
and
laughed
at
him
.
“
Why
,
Mr
.
McLean
,
don
’
t
you
let
a
woman
’
s
nervous
system
set
you
worrying
about
me
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
m
not
denying
how
she
felt
,
because
I
’
ve
been
through
it
meself
,
but
that
’
s
all
over
and
gone
It
’
s
the
height
of
me
glory
to
fight
it
out
with
the
old
swamp
,
and
all
that
’
s
in
it
,
or
will
be
coming
to
it
,
and
then
to
turn
it
over
to
you
as
I
promised
you
and
meself
I
’
d
do
,
sir
.
You
couldn
’
t
break
the
heart
of
me
entire
quicker
than
to
be
taking
it
from
me
now
,
when
I
’
m
just
on
the
home
-
stretch
.
It
won
’
t
be
over
three
or
four
weeks
yet
,
and
when
I
’
ve
gone
it
almost
a
year
,
why
,
what
’
s
that
to
me
,
sir
?
You
mustn
’
t
let
a
woman
get
mixed
up
with
business
,
for
I
’
ve
always
heard
about
how
it
’
s
bringing
trouble
.
”
McLean
smiled
.
“
What
about
that
last
tree
?
”
he
said
.
Freckles
blushed
and
grinned
appreciatively
.
“
Angels
and
Bird
Women
don
’
t
count
in
the
common
run
,
sir
,
”
he
affirmed
shamelessly
.
McLean
sat
in
the
saddle
and
laughed
.
The
Bird
Woman
and
the
Angel
did
not
seem
to
count
in
the
common
run
,
for
they
arrived
on
time
for
the
third
of
the
series
and
found
McLean
on
the
line
talking
to
Freckles
.
The
Boss
was
filled
with
enthusiasm
over
a
marsh
article
of
the
Bird
Woman
’
s
that
he
just
had
read
.
He
begged
to
be
allowed
to
accompany
her
into
the
swamp
and
watch
the
method
by
which
she
secured
an
illustration
in
such
a
location
.
The
Bird
Woman
explained
to
him
that
it
was
an
easy
matter
with
the
subject
she
then
had
in
hand
;
and
as
Little
Chicken
was
too
small
to
be
frightened
by
him
,
and
big
enough
to
be
growing
troublesome
,
she
was
glad
for
his
company
.
They
went
to
the
chicken
log
together
,
leaving
to
the
happy
Freckles
the
care
of
the
Angel
,
who
had
brought
her
banjo
and
a
roll
of
songs
that
she
wanted
to
hear
him
sing
.
The
Bird
Woman
told
them
that
they
might
practice
in
Freckles
’
room
until
she
finished
with
Little
Chicken
,
and
then
she
and
McLean
would
come
to
the
concert
.
It
was
almost
three
hours
before
they
finished
and
came
down
the
west
trail
for
their
rest
and
lunch
.
McLean
walked
ahead
,
keeping
sharp
watch
on
the
trail
and
clearing
it
of
fallen
limbs
from
overhanging
trees
.
He
sent
a
big
piece
of
bark
flying
into
the
swale
,
and
then
stopped
short
and
stared
at
the
trail
.
The
Bird
Woman
bent
forward
.
Together
they
studied
that
imprint
of
the
Angel
’
s
foot
.
At
last
their
eyes
met
,
the
Bird
Woman
’
s
filled
with
astonishment
,
and
McLean
’
s
humid
with
pity
.
Neither
said
a
word
,
but
they
knew
.
McLean
entered
the
swale
and
hunted
up
the
bark
.
He
replaced
it
,
and
the
Bird
Woman
carefully
stepped
over
.
