| either, to go on searching." |
July 1, 2017, 5:24 a.m. |
| were not there; it was only a searcher's light. |
July 1, 2017, 5:23 a.m. |
| Joe Harper, have you seen my Tom this morning?" |
July 1, 2017, 5:23 a.m. |
| We wouldn't have been there but for him." |
July 1, 2017, 5:22 a.m. |
| it cut down the doctor's bill like everything |
July 1, 2017, 5:21 a.m. |
| But an Injun! That's a different matter altogether |
July 1, 2017, 5:21 a.m. |
| Then they went on, and you |
July 1, 2017, 5:20 a.m. |
| get your breakfast to-morrow morning!" |
July 1, 2017, 5:20 a.m. |
| want to run across them devils, even if they was dead." |
July 1, 2017, 5:19 a.m. |
| sick with bodings of coming doom. |
July 1, 2017, 5:18 a.m. |
| stay by her and hold her hand until all was over. |
July 1, 2017, 5:09 a.m. |
| age of anxious waiting passed and no sounds came again. |
July 1, 2017, 5:08 a.m. |
| the horror of utter darkness reigned! |
July 1, 2017, 5:08 a.m. |
| suggested that they move on again. Tom was silent a moment. |
July 1, 2017, 5:07 a.m. |
| it was stricken dead upon her lips, and a groan followed it. |
July 1, 2017, 5:06 a.m. |
