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nothing to do with anger, felt his blood grow hot at the cowardly trap laid for an innocent girl.

“Old Al won’t listen to me,” pondered Dale. “An’ even if he did, he wouldn’t believe me. Maybe nobody will. . . . All the same, Snake Anson won’t get that girl.”

With these last words Dale satisfied himself of his own position, and his pondering ceased. Taking his rifle, he descended from the loft and peered out of the door. The night had grown darker, windier, cooler; broken clouds were scudding across the sky; only a few stars showed; fine rain was blowing from the northwest; and the forest seemed full of a low, dull roar.

“Reckon I’d better hang up here,” he said, and turned to the fire. The coals were red now. From the depths of his hunting-coat he procured a little bag of salt and some strips of dried meat. These strips he laid for a moment on the hot embers, until they began to sizzle and curl; then with a sharpened stick he removed them and ate like a hungry hunter grateful for little