that she had felt as she sat on the cliff-brow
with Stud, when he talked of the
nickum and his father--and called the
latter a "queer fish!"

For one thing she knew at a glance!
She had seen the injured man, who lay
calling for help in a miry spot of the Man
Killer trail, before. Three times before,
said lightning perception!

And it came upon her now, as emergency's
stiff breeze blew the cobwebs from her brain,
the occasion of the second time, sandwiched
in between that zero day when he had
dragged her up a snow-bank, the youth
who saved her addressing him as Dad, and
the smiling June one when he lay on a fern-bed
before his lake-shore camp, grumpily
fishing.

"I--I saw him: I know I saw him
-again--crossing the street outside
Una's home on the day when the last
installment of the Will was read," she
realized, her hands coming together convulsively
at the thought of the blighting
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