Keith of the Border by Randall Parrish
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frightened. Perhaps I ought not to have come, and I am not certain what
kind of a place this is. I was so afraid when you came, but I am not afraid now." "You have no need to be," he said soberly, impressed by the innocent candor of the girl, and feeling thankful that he was present to aid her. "I could not wrong one of the South." "My father always told me I could trust a Southern gentleman under any circumstance. Mr. Hawley was from my own State, and knew many of our old friends. That was why I felt such unusual confidence in him, although he was but a travelling acquaintance." "Mr. Hawley?" "The gentleman whom I met on the stage." "Oh, yes; you said he was in business in Carson City, but I don't seem to remember any one of that name." "He was not there permanently; only to complete some business deal." "And your brother? I may possibly have known him." She hesitated an instant, her eyes dropping, until completely shaded by the long lashes. "He--he was rather a wild boy, and ran away from home to enlist in the army. But he got into a bad set, and--and deserted. That was part of the trouble which caused him to hide. He enlisted under the name of Fred |
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