That Girl of Johnson's — page 75: what you’re looking at

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64 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. CHAPTER XIV. A MORE THOROUGH SEARCH. The strange party moved along the ghostly mist of the valley road and across the bridge like spirits of the mountain. The river sobbed its miserere chorus along the rocks and under the bridge as they passed. The path was hard to follow; the gray mist vailed it a few feet ahead and the brambles tangled across it as though it were seldom trodden. They passed up the narrow path in single file; Lodie was ahead ; he knew the mountain as well as any one, but they kept close together to guard against straying; it was so easy to stray with that gray shroud winding themin. At short distances they-paused and shouted Johnson’s name, listening for a reply which never came. | The ascent was hard and toilsome, and Dolores was un- used to such exertion; young Green was athletic, but he also had never so had his strength put to the proof. They paused many times to rest and recover breath. By and by Green helped Dolores’ Her recent lack of food and sleep had unfitted her for such exertion. He drew her nearer him, and helped her by her hand, feeling a thrill of pleasure at the thought that she was dependent upon him for even that help. His hand was strong and steady; hers trembled in his clasp. At first she would not let him help her, but after a while she was forced to reach out her hand to him. She was panting and weak, but she smiled her slow, brave smile, and shook her head when he offered to take her home if she wished ; her dark eyes met gently the kindly ones bent upon her quiet face. He could not know that in spite of her rebellious thoughts it was pleasant to her to so feel that she could trust herself to him. That to a certain _- e-