"
"You just bet," said Wessner. "I owe him all he'll get, and be damned to
you, but I'll pay!" he snarled at Freckles.
So it was killing, then. They were not only after this one tree, but
many, and with his body it was their plan to kill his honor. To brand
him a thief, with them, before the Angel, the Bird Woman, the dear Boss,
and the Duncans--Freckles, in sick despair, sagged against the ropes.
Then he gathered his forces and thought swiftly. There was no hope
of McLean's coming. They had chosen a day when they knew he had a big
contract at the South camp. The Boss could not come before tomorrow by
any possibility, and there would be no tomorrow for the boy. Duncan was
on his way to the South camp, and the Bird Woman had said she would come
as soon as she could. After the fatigue of the party, it was useless
to expect her and the Angel today, and God save them from coming! The
Angel's father had said they would be as safe in the Limberlost as at
home. What would he think of this?
The sweat broke on Freckles' forehead.
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