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Chapter XII

           Theymustbethereforthestudy,andtheAngelhadriskedcrossingtheswampinsearchofhim.Orwastheresomethinginhisroomtheyneeded?ThebloodsurgedinhisearsastheroaroftheLimberlostinthewrathofastorm.

           Helookedagain,andithadbeenadream.Shewasnotthere.Hadshebeen?Forhislife,FrecklescouldnottellwhetherhereallyhadseentheAngel,orwhetherhisstrainedsenseshadplayedhimthemostcrueltrickofall.Orwasitnotthekindest?Nowhecouldgowiththevisionofherlovelyfacefreshwithhim.

           “ThankYouforthat,ohGod!”whisperedFreckles.“’TwasmorethankindofYouandIdon’ts’poseIoughttobewantinganythingelse;butifYoucan,oh,IwishIcouldknowbeforethisends,if’twasmemother”—Frecklescouldnotevenwhisperthewords,forhehesitatedasecondandended—“IF’TWASMEMOTHERDIDIT!”

           “Freckles!Freckles!Oh,Freckles!”thevoiceoftheAngelcamecalling.Frecklesswayedforwardandwrenchedattheropeuntilitcutdeeplyintohisbody.

           “Hell!”criedBlackJack.“Whoisthat?Doyouknow?”

           Frecklesnodded.

           JackwhippedoutarevolverandsnatchedthegagfromFreckles’mouth.

           “Sayquick,orit’supwithyourightnow,andwhoeverthatiswithyou!”

           “It’sthegirltheBirdWomantakeswithher,”whisperedFrecklesthroughdry,swollenlips.

           “Theyain’tduehereforfivedaysyet,”saidWessner.“Wegotontothatlastweek.

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