Northern Lights, Volume 2. by Gilbert Parker
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you. I guess the man that marries you'll get more than his share of
luck." "I want none of that," she said sharply, and picked up her paddle again, her eyes flashing anger. He took a pistol from his pocket and offered it to her. "I didn't mean any harm by what I said. Take this if you think I won't know how to behave myself," he urged. She flung up her head a little. "I knew what I was doing before I started," she said. "Put it away. How far is it, and can we do it in time?" "If you can hold out, we can do it; but it means going all night and all morning; and it ain't dawn yet, by a long shot." Dawn came at last, and the mist of early morning, and the imperious and dispelling sun; and with mouthfuls of food as they drifted on, the two fixed their eyes on the horizon beyond which lay Bindon. And now it seemed to the girl as though this race to save a life or many lives was the one thing in existence. To-morrow was to-day, and the white petticoat was lying in the little house in the mountains, and her wedding was an interminable distance off, so had this adventure drawn her into its risks and toils and haggard exhaustion. Eight, nine, ten, eleven o'clock came, and then they saw signs of settlement. Houses appeared here and there upon the banks, and now and then a horseman watched them from the shore, but they could not pause. Bindon--Bindon--Bindon--the Snowdrop Mine at Bindon, and a death-dealing |
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