The Girl from Montana by Grace Livingston Hill
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was finished, the girl sprang to her saddle again with a businesslike
expression. "I feel better," she said with a winning smile. "Don't you? Don't you think He heard?" "Who heard?" "Why, 'our Father.'" "O, certainly! That is, I've always been taught to suppose He did. I haven't much experimental knowledge in this line, but I dare say it'll do some good some where. Now do you suppose we could get some of that very sparkling water? I feel exceedingly thirsty." They spurred their horses, and were soon beside the stream, refreshing themselves. "Did you ride all night?" asked the girl. "Pretty much," answered the man. "I stopped once to rest a few minutes; but a sound in the distance stirred me up again, and I was afraid to lose my chance of catching you, lest I should be hopelessly lost. You see, I went out with a party hunting, and I sulked behind. They went off up a steep climb, and I said I'd wander around below till they got back, or perhaps ride back to camp; but, when I tried to find the camp, it wasn't where I had left it." "Well, you've got to lie down and sleep awhile," said the girl decidedly. "You can't keep going like that. It'll kill you. You lie down, and I'll |
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