Glen of the High North by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody
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"My, I never heard of such creatures," and the girl's eyes grew big with astonishment. "Oh, I guess you have," and Reynolds smiled. "They raise and train them in Germany. I met them in France." "What! were you over there?" Glen's interest and admiration were intense now. "Yes, almost from the beginning of the war. I was a sharpshooter, you see, and so had excellent practice." "Oh!" It was all the girl said, but it thrilled the young man's very soul, and when his eyes again met hers a sudden embarrassment came upon him. "Do you live here?" he unexpectedly asked. This question aroused Glen, and she at once assumed the defensive. The expression in her eyes changed, and she looked apprehensively around. "A long way from here," she replied. "I must be off at once." "Let me go with you, Miss Weston," Reynolds suggested. "You are unarmed, and may meet another grizzly before you reach home." "How do you know who I am?" the girl asked. "You never saw me before, did you?" |
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