The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1938-08-25
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way!" She crawled as close as pos
sible to Sarah Lynn, slid an arm be-
meath her head, managed to lift it a
few inches and held the liquor flask
to her lips, but she coughed and
choked. "Well, for Pete's sake, don't
waste it! Well, anyway, I'm going
to put my handkerchief under your
face; keep it off the dirt" She
smoothed the square of soiled pink
linen and spread it beneath the
bruised cheek. 81 betcher that feels
better!" She stood up and looked
down at her for long moment. ''It's
just your back that's caught, babe.
Arms and legs okeh. Might be a
good idea to move your legs once in
a while, you know, exercise 'em. Try
it, will your"
Sarah Lynn was motionless.
go on, kid! Just to please me?
Move your legsl"
Sarah Lynn said, care you sure
my legs are there? don't
think have any legs"
"All right" Kit said after pause.
'Let it go. Prob'ly better to just
lay still and rest, anyhow, till they
come for you.
"Why, I'll bet they're tumbling
out to hunt already, planes and peo-
pie on horseback and Boy Scouts
and everything. Don't you fret. I
got you into this jam and I'll get
you out of it. Sure; the posses out
now, I'll bet, to rescue you and to
string me up. Well, see if I care!"
She sat down as near to her as
she could get and took hold of the
one free hand. Dusk filled the can
yon. "Gee, it gets dark fast up here.
Like dropping curtain, or switch
ing off a light. Well, that's all
right; sooner it's night the sooner
it'll be morning. Just don't you
fret yourself, babe. You hear me?
Don't you worry
II won't :" the whisper an
swered.
A bird, somewhere above them,
began plaintive call which con-
sisted of small, sad notes dropped
down in groups of four, over and
over.
"Oh, cut that out, will your" Kitty
Medill demanded. '.We heard you
the first time"
When it was completely dark a
cold wind came up, and there began
to be countless queer and disturbing
night noises. She could identify the
bowling of coyotes but they seemed
to be comfortable distance away.
1t was the fiuttering, the creeping
and crawling close by which filled
her with sick terror. Owls called
eerily to each other. Occasionally
she struck precious match to look
at Sarah Lynn, and twice she was
able to break off bits of a sandwich
and get her to swallow, but what
she wanted was water. Kit wanted
it herself.
Wouldn't that slay your" she
thought. 'Me-craving water?"
When she found it was useless to
try to make Sarah Lynn talk she
put her head down on her knees
and slept in broken snatches. Good
idea for both of them to get their
rest; the Big Swede would be after
them by daybreak, and after them
was right; two ways.
The world was bright with morn
ing light long before the sun made
its way into their canyon.
Kit yawned and stretched and got
stiffiy to her feet. 1t was crisp and
cold and quiet and the sky was Sc
renely blue. Sarah Lynn seemed
to be talking to herself. =
"Well, good morning!" Kit said
raggedly, "if that's what you call
it. But it's got the night beat a
million miles, anyhow, and-listen!
Listenl Planes!" She began to
dance up and down, to cry and to
laugh. Babe! Don't you hear 'em?
Gee-there they are! Planes-fying
over us!" She waved and screamed
wildly, but the ships passed over
and were gone, though they could
still hear them.
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