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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Freckles"

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"No, he leaves lying to your sort," snapped Black Jack, as he undid the
rope and pitched it across the room. "Remember that you're covered every
move you make, my buck," he cautioned.
"Freckles! Freckles!" came the Angel's impatient voice, closer and
closer.
"I must be answering," said Freckles, and Jack nodded. "Right here!"
he called, and to the men: "You go on with your work, and remember
one thing yourselves. The work of the Bird Woman is known all over the
world. This girl's father is a rich man, and she is all he has. If you
offer hurt of any kind to either of them, this world has no place far
enough away or dark enough for you to be hiding in. Hell will be easy to
what any man will get if he touches either of them!"
"Freckles, where are you?" demanded the Angel.
Soulsick with fear for her, Freckles went toward her and parted the
bushes that she might enter. She came through without apparently giving
him a glance, and the first words she said were: "Why have the gang come
so soon? I didn't know you expected them for three weeks yet.


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