We’re hard stuff!”
Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me
like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have
done. He loaded
the launch with a thousand pounds—all she could carry—and started home
immediately after sundown; but even then he lost from a hundred to a hundred
and fifty pounds before he had the stuff cached in McClintock's bamboo-covered
sawdust pit. The
rest. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below;
then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. ’
‘You saw? Where were you? How did you see?’
‘Your heroic milice are not as clever as they thought. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a
virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. "Well, I'm glad she's spared this. “Well, anyhow, consider it open. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a
man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. ‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. ‘Why does this person say you are
mad?’
‘Because I am risking having my head blown off,’ Gerald answered cheerfully. I thought it better not to send him away
till I'd mentioned the circumstance to you. The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. ‘Though we might
have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away.
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