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was running toward her. Blood on his face! Blood on his hands! He was
not the Joel Creech she knew.
"Stop!" cried Lucy, fiercely. "I'll run you down [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!"
The big black plunged at a touch of spur and came down quivering,
ready to bolt.
Creech swerved to one side. His face was lividly white except where
the bloody welts crossed it. His jaw seemed to hang loosely, making
speech difficult.
"Jest fer—thet—" he panted, hoarsely, "I'll lay fer you—an' I'll strip
you—an' I'll tie you on a hoss—an' I'll drive you naked through Bostil's
Ford!"
Lucy saw the utter futility of all her good intentions. Something had
snapped in Joel Creech's mind. And in hers kindness had given preced-
ence to a fury she did not know was in her. For the second time she
touched a spur to Sarchedon. He leaped out, flashed past Creech, and
thundered up the road. It was all Lucy could do to break his gait at the
first steep rise.
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Chapter4
Three wild-horse hunters made camp one night beside a little stream in
the Sevier Valley, five hundred miles [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as a crow flies [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], from Bostil's Ford.
These hunters had a poor outfit, excepting, of course, their horses.
They were young men, rangy in build, lean and hard from life in the
saddle, bronzed like Indiyilai:
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