One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. “I am. " "Is Mr. He swung it open and then used his body to pin her against her seat. For a time Spurlock did not move. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. "And Jack?" "Gone too," sobbed his daughter. He's the only native I trust in these parts. ’ Then he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its driver and leapt into it without looking back. CHAPTER XXXI.
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