dark, sliding water, and the mountainous wall
capped with dissolving gold beyond, of a room filled
with the hot glow of kerosene lamps; he saw Jake's
twitching, murderous countenance above him...
Two hundred dollars! He had two hundred and
eighty dollars in his pocket. He had another vision
-- of Simmons; it was two hundred and fifty dollars
that the latter wanted, must have, tomorrow. But
Simmons swiftly faded before Clare's need, the pressure
of sickness.

"She couldn't go down in the stage," he muttered,
"the shaking would kill her before ever she got
there."

"I'll drive her to Stenton, Gordon," the doctor
volunteered, "if you've got the money handy."

"I've got her," Gordon Makimmon declared
grimly.

"I'll take her right to the hospital and give her
to the doctor in charge. Everything will be done
for her comfort. She has an elegant chance of pulling
through, there. And you can see her when you
go down with the stage--" Pelliter suddenly
stopped; he appeared disconcerted by what he had
said.

"Well," Gordon demanded, his attention held by
the other's manner, "can't I?"

"You were away from Greenstream yesterday
and today," the doctor replied evasively, "you

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