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Buck, Charles Neville, 1879-1930

"A Pagan of the Hills"


Then, beside the sickly illumination within, she recognized a new waver
of kerosene rays from beyond the entrance.
There was no sound, except that of very stealthy feet, and the light
came slowly.
Alexander hastened hack to her rock, holding close to the walls of the
cavern as she went, then ensconcing herself there, almost invisible in
the shadow, she waited with parted lips and a cocked rifle.


CHAPTER XII
Time had hung heavy on Jack Halloway's hands after he had heard Brent
announce his departure. The chair scraped on the floor, had been his
only assurance that the other had understood him and that might, within
possibility, have been a coincidence. Still Brent's promptness in
cutting him off on the arrival of the operator had seemed a hopeful
sign indicating team-work.
Halloway had declared himself a man who took joy in the savage strain
which that civilization had failed to quench out of his nature. Now
that strain was mounting into volcano stirrings presaging an eruption.
If he could free himself there would ensue a tempest of wreckage about
that railroad station such as Samson brought down between the pillars
of the temple--but no chances had been taken in his binding.


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