Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-07-17

Again she sprang up and went to
the window. She shouted for help till
her throat gave out but no help came.
The puppy, delighted by the noise she
was making, stared up at her. She
could see the small bloody spot where
she had pulled out his tooth. He
seemed to grin at her in derision. She
would get out! She would!
She took off her wool pullover and
began deliberately to worm her way
through the window. It scraped her
shoulders cruelty but she managed to
get the upper part of her body
through. But she could not fall for
ward on her head! Then she discov-
cred she could reach branch of an
old thorn tree She grasped it, scratch
ing her hand on the thorns Bit by
bit, supported by the branch, she
struggled through the window.
But her weight was too much for
the old tree. The branch broke and
she fell to the ground. She lay dazed
for a moment, the puppy running
round and round her, barking at her.
In her naked body, lying on the
ground, she was a stranger to him.
He gave ridiculous frightened growls
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walked, still dazed, back into the
house.
What was she going to do? Oh yes,
she was going to telephone the police!
But first she must put on her pull
over. Joe might come back at any
moment. He must not see her like this,
her shoulders scraped. her wrist bleed
ing from the thorn. She unlocked the
door of the cloakroom, then drew on
her pullover. She felt sore and bruised.
She saw the pistol lying on the
floor and the sight of it filled her
with a fresh fierce urge to recapture
her prisoner Her lips still burned from
his kisses. Shame and resentment
burned in her heart. She would waste
no time in telephoning She would go
after him herself, following him onto
the moor, show him he had not de-
feated her, that she was still to be
reckoned with. Running across the
lawn she thought, Now I'm relent-
less. have no heart in me- I shall
hate him as he has all the time hated
me-"
But had he hated her? She had
seen that strange misty look in his
eyes, there had been no hate in the
touch of his face against hers. No
he had only done what he had to-
what war had forced him to do. She
would do the same, with that ache in
her heart for him she would hand
him over to the authorities and they
would. She halted, listening.
She heard the sound of Joe's car.
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reckless excitement, through the gate
ana along the drive. He saw her, too
and stopped the car with a Jolt. He
shouted:
Jane! Jane! Look here!"
She went slowly to meet him, her
brain in turmoil
What do you supposed" he ex-
claimed. They've caught a PARACHUTE
LIST! Out on the moor, just beyond the
wood. Have you seen or heard any,
thing2"
She stared at him without answer
ing. As she saw him coming she had
dropped the pistol behind her into the
long grass by the hedge.
well, you are an old silly!" he
cried. why didn't you capture him?
You'd have had your picture in the
papers. Been a heroine! Probably been
decorated by the king. My God, Jane,
why did you let your opportunities pass
you like this!" He laughed excitedly
He was exhilarated.
so they found him2" she said.
"Old Simmons is the hero He was
half way home when he saw the plane
drop him. Simmons ran to Farmer
Bates and the two old fellows armed
with gun and a hayfork