The Gold-Stealers - A Story of Waddy by Edward Dyson
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terriers.
'Here, here, what's all this about?' he cried. 'Dick stopped me goin' fer the troopers,' said Billy indignantly. 'The troopers?' 'Yes, fer Mr. Shine. He's up in his house. I heard him--he was talkin' to Miss Chris in the dark.' 'Stop!' said Harry; but Billy, who had broken away, picked up his heels and ran. Harry did not linger, but turned and sped off to wards Shine's home, leaving Dick cowering against the fence. The young man had no defined intention--he did not know what he should do if he found Shine in the house. His divided interests left his mind confused at the crucial moment, but he did not relax his speed until he was within a few yards of the searcher's door. Then, to his astonishment, he found lights burning in the house, and Christina confronted him in the doorway as he was about to enter. He drew back a step and his eyes sought the ground. He stood panting and speechless. 'What do you want, Harry?' she asked. Had she been bitter or angry it might have been easier for him, but her voice was low and kindly, and he was abashed. He was compelled to force himself to his purpose, as he might have pushed a backing horse at a stiff fence. |
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