The Daughter of Anderson Crow by George Barr McCutcheon
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were scampering off among the oaks and underbrush, consumed by
excitement and no small degree of apprehension. "They really seem to be in earnest about it, Jack," urged the young woman insistently, to offset his somewhat sarcastic comments. "How the dickens do you suppose they got onto me?" he groaned. "I thought the tracks were beautifully covered. No one suspected, I'm sure." "I told you, dear, how it would turn out," she cried in a panic-stricken voice. "Good heavens, Marjory, don't turn against me! It all seemed so easy and so sure, dear. There wasn't a breath of suspicion. What are we to do? I'll stop and fight the whole bunch if you'll just let go my arm." "No, you won't, Jack Barnes!" she exclaimed resolutely, her pretty blue eyes wide with alarm. "Didn't you hear them say they'd fill you full of lead? They had guns and everything. Oh, dear! oh, dear! isn't it horrid?" "The worst of it is they've cut us off from the river," he said miserably. "If I could have reached the boat ahead of them they never could have caught us. I could distance that old raft in a mile." "I know you could, dear," she cried, looking with frantic admiration upon his broad shoulders and brawny bare arms. "But it is out of the question now." |
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