The Danger Trail by James Oliver Curwood
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"You will go?" she sobbed again and again. "You will go--you will go--"
He ran his fingers through her soft hair, crushing his face close to hers. "No, I am not going, dear," he replied in a low, firm voice. "Not after what happened to-night." She drew away from him as quickly as if he had struck her, freeing herself even from the touch of his hands. "I heard--what happened--an hour ago," she said, her voice choking her. "I overheard--them--talking." She struggled hard to control herself. "You must leave the camp--to-night." In the gloom she saw Howland's teeth gleaming. There was no fear in his smile; he laughed gently down into her eyes as he took her face between his hands again. "I want to take back the promise that I gave you last night, Meleese. I want to give you a chance to warn any whom you may wish to warn. I shall not return into the South. From this hour begins the hunt for the cowardly devils who have tried to murder me. Before dawn every man on the Wekusko will be in the search, and if we find them there shall be no mercy. Will you help me, or--" She struck his hands from her face, springing back before he had finished. He saw a sudden change of expression; her lips grew tense and firm; from the death whiteness of her face there faded slowly away the look of soft pleading, the quivering lines of fear. There was a |
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