Molly McDonald - A Tale of the Old Frontier by Randall Parrish
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"All?"
"Yes, that we are engaged; I am proud to have them know." The truth was shining in her eyes, glowing on her cheeks. She leaned forward. "Kiss me, and believe!" "Molly, Molly," he whispered. "Never will I doubt again." They could perceive the blue of the overcoats as they rode over the ridge, and at their sudden appearance the little column of horsemen came to a halt. Hamlin flung up one hand in signal, and the two urged their ponies down the side of the hill. Three men spurred forth to meet them, spreading out slightly as though still suspicious of some trick, but, as they drew near, the leader suddenly waved his hand, and they dashed forward. "Hamlin! Glad to see you again," the first rider greeted the Sergeant cordially. "Can this be Major McDonald's daughter." "Yes, Major Elliott; I can repeat the story as we ride along, sir. You are the advance of Custer's expedition, I presume?" "We are; the others are some miles behind, moving slowly so that the wagons can keep within touch. Wonderful the way those wagons have pushed ahead over the rough country. Have only missed camp twice since we left Dodge." |
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