In Barracks and Wigwam — page 217: what you’re looking at

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“CHAPTER XXXITIL HOW LINN REPAID HIS WRONGS. Linn had spoken the truth when he told Deerfoot that he needed rest and slumber badly, for he had slept but little the previous night, and the recent ordeal at the stake—when a terrible death confronted him—had been a severe shock to his nervous system. But he had an- other motive in postponing the interview until after sun- set—namely, to gain time—and so far it had succeeded. However, the thought of Bruce’s impending fate, and © the daring plan he had vowed to do his best to carry out y kept him awake for a large part of the day. only too well founded. Hour after hour found him crouched on the floor of the lodge, his : face haggard, his mind tormented with doubts that were It was long past noon when drowsiness finally over- — powered him, and he rolled over on his side ina state of merciful unconsciousness. It was not a restful sleep, for hideous dreams tormented him constantly. From one of these he suddenly wakened, bathed in perspiration, to realize vaguely that Deerfoot was standing over him. “Me here, Linn. Me take you now to see Bruce.” “All right,’ muttered Linn, stupidly, huddling himself together as though for another sleep. But for all that A) qt he was now wide awake, and he had seen at a quick ~ glance, through the partly open door-way, that a glim- mer of daylight was still disputing possession with the falling shades of evening. At all hazards he must gain a i “See more time, and so he craftily closed his eyes and — (ee) ~ , . Ue ad a rid ee ao me optim a” i a a se aot 8) _ «tous ws. ‘Le ue Nh. oo bas 7 ,00 =) con |