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as II unconsciousiy. across her cheek
held It a moment and turned away
toward the csmp.
CHAPTER XIII.
The Red Bal, On tl,e waters.

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A day later Miss Ordway packed an
| expensive bag OF real alligator and
made ready for departure.
I'm going 10 Salem. partner" she
said. IF Hampden gets anxious
enough 10 inquire openly. seil him I'm
after-clothes."
She smiled to herself. thinking OF
those millions OF trees. For It's own
: sake. the pursuit of Hampden was be-
| ginning to enthrall her professional
instinct but there was a Flicker OF
passion under her lashes, a sleepy look
OF anticipation, as she glanced side.
wise at Sandry on ths step beside
her.
u may be away a week-maybe a
month. III drop you a. line occa,
sionally."
A yearning sense OF loss and iUnei.
ness gripped Sandry as ne took her
hand at parting, lending to his clasp
an unwCuted tightness. and To his
voice sense of huskinesG She was
home and the things thereof. this
woman who was an orchid among the
pines. and with her going went some
thing he had scarcely realized. yet
which he would sor9y miss.
The camp seemed more than usually
dreary IN the days that followed The
fog riobons twined and twisted con-
tinuaily along the hills. the pines
brought their marching ranks closer
in upon the shrinking valley and San
dry was taken with an acute attack of
the bluea
'S'let7, he said abruptly as ne met
the girl one noon at the pump. will
you ride With me tomorrow? It's Sun
day and we can take a lunch What
do you ssy?"
She dsd not meet his eyes. her own
somber ones glancing down the. slough.
Yes" she said quietly.
They we're up betimes the following
morning Ma Daily cooked On early
breakfast and Sandry sat down for the
first time with the girl at table. Con
versati0n languished until d gentle
tread sounded on the floor and the
Preacher came in. his, delicate face
aglow from the touch of ICY water.
John Daily. too. numbered in at the
same moment.
Sleep well. father?" he asked.
As always, son. The lowering of
Gods hand is like the sound of many
winss-hushing- so hushtng Isn't
10 so,-ah-ah-l have forgot"
The pathetic. childlike eyes searched
Sandry's face in straining inquiry.
What is it | would remember" he
asked plaintively.
Nothing. father. Ii is all we'll"
Siletz had pushed back the bench for
him. Now she laid her slim hand low.
ingly upon his and looked in his face.
a smile curving up the lips above the
! broken sign. AS the two hands Law
upon the oilcloth SandTy noticed them
-one white and fine veiRed and shape
| ly. with the slender pointed fingers OF
a dreamer-tlpe other olive and shape
| ly and with the same slim-pomted tin,
gers.
Alike" be musea, how very much
alike Why. they are counterparts.'
AS he led Black bolt 10 the hammer.
! block for Siletz 10 mount he heard
snatches of song from the bunkhOuse.
Collins was outside. stretching fresh
deerhide against the planks
The owner turned in his saddle and
| looked back at the camp-his camp
as they trotted away down the green
valley. 1t lay snuggled tight against
the pine-clad hills. primitive force in
a primitive country, and he thrilled to
it's suggestion. AS they passed tho
lower rollway he stopped and sur
veyed the brown slough, q solid floor
of logs as far as he could see, even un-
til 1t lost itself between it's low. tule-
edged banks.
At a natural clearing they reined In
to breathe the horses. and Sandry
turned to the girl
"S1etz," he said, tell me how 1t is
that you have lived all your life so
near the ocean and have never seen II,
when you have wanted to so much?"
The rare smile lighted her face and
she turned to him.
Il was afraid" she said.
What? Afraid! Afraid of what?"
"Of how it might look in truth.
know how 1t looks in my own pictures.
lit might not-look the same"
For a moment the man was silent
before the subtle fineness of the
thought, amazed to find 1t In this sim
pie child of the logging country.
And why now?" he asked curiously.
"Why do you go now?"
"You CO." said Siletz as simply as
Kolawmie would speak in his govern
ment cabin at the reservation to the
north.
You're a great dreamer, Sletz,
said Sandry.
She nodded.
The horses. having taken their re
quired rest. started forward OF their
own will after the manner of hill-bred
horses, and silence prevailed, save fol-
the swish and slip of the iron-shod
! hnofo ~ tn0k an hOur 10 reach the