"But how does he know when to get out?"

"Well, when he bangs his head on the overbrace of the first flume, he
knows he's home and crawls out." Bob began gently to withdraw his arms.

If you let me go now," she whispered, "I'll wish that it had been a
grizzley."

"I must take you home."

'Oh, you have! I am home," clinging to him desperately, "I want no other
in the world than this one."

"But my scarred - "

The girl reached up, drawing down his tall, dark head in her arms. She
kissed his mutilated cheek, then pressed it tenderly against her soft,
bare throat. It did not stay long, as Bob felt that such kisess should
be returned without delay.

"Hu-ray," cheered Solly Jake, waving his whisky jug, "tale ended right!
Time f'r 'nother drink, boys!" and standing up to his middle in water he
proceeded to demonstrate his idea.



Curley Coppers the Jack

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