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mute reply of the girl's eyes, but the least
little tincture of a smile trickling down
from her lip-corners, said: " But I'm
glad I got even with you, somehow!"

However, there was too much "getting
even" just now in this wild spot--Life
grimly settling accounts with the dragon
who had so often "hazed" others--for
the boy and girl to spend any more conscious
thoughts upon each other.

There was the terrible trip--the worst
mile ever traveled--down the Man
Killer trail, for him, strapped to the
stretcher, after the doctor had examined
the injury and found the delicate knee-cap
both slipped and broken.

"I guess if--if I pull through this, I'll
be a--reformed--character; no more
-no more eccentricity for me," he murmured
dizzily to Pemrose who, when the
trail permitted, walked beside him, stroking
his hand,--and he rolled his eyes
faintly, through the vail of the opiate
which the doctor had given, at the knap-
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