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cally for the bright little lamp above his@
forehead, as if for inspiration, his left
for the lariat at his waist, in defiance@
of his threat that the desperado in the
"pot" might have tears in his eyes before
he would help him.

But there was something worse than
cave-tears in question now--of that
Studart felt sure.

And Pem, watching,--Jessie, too--caught
from an entering shaft of daylight
which shivered as if aghast, the
reflection of the tightening glow upon
his young face--the waggish features of
the Henkyl Hunter!

And she recognized it, by the feeling@
of her stiff, cold cheeks, as she clapped@
her hands to them--did Toandoah's@
little chum--for the glow which had@
electrified her own when she fought her
way out of a swamped Pullman, saving
her friend, driving it into the teeth of the@
flood, and of the World, too, that neither@
her father's honor, nor his invention--
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