FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   >>  
e looked beyond Philip to the cabin and the sledge. The grin slowly went out of his face, and Philip heard the sudden catch in his breath. A swift glance revealed the amazing truth to Olaf. He dropped Philip's hand and stepped back, taking him in suddenly from head to foot. "Alone!" "Yes, alone," nodded Philip. "With the exception of Celie Armin. I brought her back to her father. A fellow named Blake is back there a little way with Upi's tribe. We beat them out, but I'm figuring it won't be long before they show up." The grin was fixed in Olaf's face again. "Lord bless us, but it's funny," he grunted. "They're coming on the next train, so to speak, and right over in that neck of woods is the other half of Upi's tribe chasing their short legs off to get me. And the comical part of it is you're ALONE!" His eyes were fixed suddenly on the revolver. "Ammunition?" he demanded eagerly. "And--grub?" "Thirty or forty rounds of rifle, a dozen Colt, and plenty of meat--" "Then into the cabin, and the dogs with us," almost shouted the Swede. From the edge of the forest came the report of a rifle and over their heads went the humming drone of a bullet. They were back at the cabin in a dozen seconds, tugging at the dogs. It cost an effort to get them through the door, with the sledge after them. Half a dozen shots came from the forest. A bullet spattered against the log wall, found a crevice, and something metallic jingled inside. As Olaf swung the door shut and dropped the wooden bar in place Philip turned for a moment toward Celie. She went to him, her eyes shining in the semi-gloom of the cabin, and put her arms up about his shoulders. The Swede, looking on, stood transfixed, and the white-bearded Armin stared incredulously. On her tip-toes Celie kissed Philip, and then turning with her arms still about him said something to the older man that brought an audible gasp from Olaf. In another moment she had slipped away from Philip and back to her father. The Swede was flattening his face against a two inch crevice between the logs when Philip went to his side. "What did she say, Olaf?" he entreated. "That she's going to marry you if we ever get out of this hell of a fix we're in," grunted Olaf. "Pretty lucky dog, I say, if it's true. Imagine Celie Armin marrying a dub like you! But it will never happen. If you don't believe it fill your eyes with that out there!" Philip glued his eyes to the long crevice betwe
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   >>  



Top keywords:
Philip
 

crevice

 

grunted

 

forest

 

dropped

 
brought
 
bullet
 

moment

 
father
 

suddenly


sledge

 

wooden

 
stared
 

bearded

 
transfixed
 

incredulously

 
turned
 
metallic
 

spattered

 

shining


inside

 

shoulders

 

jingled

 

flattening

 

Imagine

 

marrying

 

Pretty

 

happen

 

audible

 

kissed


turning

 
slipped
 

entreated

 

exception

 

fellow

 
figuring
 

coming

 
nodded
 

breath

 
glance

sudden
 

looked

 
slowly
 
revealed
 

amazing

 

taking

 
stepped
 

shouted

 
rounds
 

plenty