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Molly McDonald - A Tale of the Old Frontier by Randall Parrish
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"Oh, but I am not like that; truly I am not. I--I saw your face this
afternoon, and--and I liked you then. I will do whatever you say."

"Thank you," he said simply. "To know that makes everything so much
easier for me. We shall have to work together from now on. You keep
sharp watch at the window there, while I think a bit--there 's
ordinarily a chance somewhere, you know, if one is only bright enough
to uncover it."

How still the night was, and dark; although the sky was cloudless, the
stars shone clearly away up in the black vault. Not even the howl of a
distant coyote broke the silence. To the left, seemingly a full
half-mile distant, was the red flicker of a fire, barely visible behind
a projection of bank. But in front not even the keen eyes of the
Sergeant could distinguish any sign of movement. Apparently the
Indians had abandoned their attempt to recover the bodies of their dead.




CHAPTER VII

PLANS FOR ESCAPE

Desperate as he certainly felt their situation to be, for a moment or
two Hamlin was unable to cast aside the influence of the girl, or
concentrate his thoughts on some plan for escape. It may have been the
gentle pressure of her hand upon his sleeve, but her voice continued to
ring in his ears. He had never been a woman's man, nor was he
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