Prev | Current Page 264 | Next

Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"The Strange Case of Cavendish"


The sun was already sinking behind the range of mountains when he
finally aroused himself, and sat up. There was no apparent change in
the situation; the running water murmured musically against the rocks,
the distant banks, already in shadow, exhibited no sign of human
presence. Below in the distance was the deserted street of the town,
and farther away a few of the shacks were visible. The scene was
peaceable enough, and the awakened sleeper could scarcely comprehend
that he was in truth a fugitive being hunted for his life, that all
about him were men eager to kill, watchful of the slightest movement.
It was rather the sight of Brennan which restored his faculties, and
yielded clear memory. The latter greeted him with a good-humoured grin.
"Well, do you feel better, Jim?" he asked pleasantly. "Thought I'd let
you sleep as long as I could, for we've got some job ahead of us.
Sorry thar ain't no breakfast waitin', fer I wouldn't object ter a bit
o' ham bone myself. I reckon if Lacy coops me up yere much longer,
he's liable ter win his bet; I'm plumb near starved out already.


Pages:
252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276
Fundacja Hobbit Nasze Dzieci Akogo Fundacja Iskierka Podaruj Zycie