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An hour later, the regular breathing of her father and , for she had bent over him but a little tiirl rose, and fed the baby, dropping sooric into his e shawl about the little one, rolling hiently in the warm folds Finally, she took a piece of paper and a pencil frooin' to save Ben Letts Ezy tells ye about it, as how Ben Letts killed the gamekeeper it werent Orn Skinner I takes the brat cause it air Bens I luves yer and Satisfied"

She pinned the note to the handle of the copper kettle upon the stove, and, lifting the child in her arh the door without a sound

The rain still fell steadily, the turbulent roll of the lake lost only in thunder's roar Once on the ragged rocks, Myra walked swiftly, afraid of the shadowy objects and ghostly sounds that spectered her path She threw despairing glances about her, and shrank froht Al, she reached the Letts' shanty

How soon would the officers coht have been there before her The cabin was dark, and she tapped tireat snore fro the latch, it lifted in her fingers, and she crept stealthily through the narrow aperture, encircling the child with her left arm

"Ben!" she whispered "Ben!"

The squatter turned,sleepily

"Maht air startled him

"Who air it?" he deain "Get up They air a-coamekeeper I comed to help ye, Ben Letts"

The words soaked slowly into the sluggish brain Tired froiven him, and lazy by tee ain in bed, and sat up Were the officers of the laaiting for hi tensely toward hih the rain frooin' to be tooked to prison I has the brat here with oin' away Get up, Ben Hustle yer bones!"