[Mypgp-devel] Ewhere near the left string for cartridge loops. She clung to him in abject terror. "
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From: Limber C. <sca...@ly...> - 2010-09-13 17:02:37
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Ch served to hasten the scramble of the rest of the party through the underbrush to a breathless pace. Another gray ball hung to another limb and this time the derisive Jake succeeded in the shake-down and the bagging amid the most breathless excitement. It was a sight to see the sophisticated little animal lie like dead and be picked up and handled in a state of seeming lifeless rigidity--a display of self-control that seemed to argue a superiority of instinct over reason. After this opening event the hunt swept on with a rapidly mounting count and a heavier and heavier bag. And, too, it was just as well that no one in particular, save the defrauded Hobson, who was obliged to conceal his chagrin, was especially mindful of the whereabouts of Caroline and the poet. In fact, it would have been difficult for them to have located themselves in answer to a wireless inquiry. Andrew had started out from the hiding tree with the intention of cutting across the trail of the hunters at right angles a little up the ravine, and he had trusted to a six-year-old remembrance of the lay of the land as he led the way across the frosty meadow and up the ridge at a brisk pace. Caroline swung lithely along beside him and in the matter of fences took Polly's policy of a hand up and then a high vault, which made for practically no delay. They skirted the tangle of buck bushes and came out on the edge of the cliff just as the hunt swept by at their feet and on up the creek bed. They were both breathless and tingling with the exertion of their climb. "There they go--left behind--no ca |