She became aware before long of some one
near by. The person, whoever it was, seemed determined to remain hidden
but for that very reason it called out all the girl's cunning and
cleverness. It might be--Burke Lawson! With this thought Nella-Rose
gasped a little. Then, it might be Marg; and here the dark eyes grew
hard--the lips almost cruel! She got down upon her knees and crawled
like a veritable little animal of the wilds. Keeping close to the
ground, she advanced to where the trail from Lone Dome met the broader
one, and there, standing undecided and bewildered, was a tall, fair
girl.
Nella-Rose sprang to her feet, her eyes ablaze.
"Marg! What you--hounding me for?"
"Nella-Rose, where you been?"
"What's that to you?"
"You've been up to Devil-may-come Hollow!"
"Have I? Let me pass, Marg. Have your mully-grubs, if you please; I'm
going home."
As Nella-Rose tried to pass, Marg caught her by the arm.
"Burke's back!" she whispered, "he's hiding up to Devil-may-come! He's
been seen and you know it!"
"What if I do?" Nella-Rose never ignored a possible escape for the
future.
"You've been up there--to meet him. You ought to be licked. If you don't
let him alone--let him and me alone--I'll turn Jed on him, I will; I
swear it!"
"What is he--to you!" Nella-Rose confronted her sister squarely. Blue
eyes--bold, cold blue they were--looked into dark ones even now so soft
and winning that it was difficult to resist them.
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