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"There isn't the ghost of a chance," he said in explanation, "that
anybody but you or I will set foot here before we come back to supper,
but it's well to be on guard. I'll take you back to the cabin now,
though I bet you could find your way there as well as I can."
On their way back Teresa ran ahead of her companion, and plucking a few
tiny leaves from a hidden oasis in the bark-strewn trail brought them
to him.
"That's the kind you're looking for, isn't it?" she said, half timidly.
"It is," responded Low, in gratified surprise; "but how did you know
it? You're not a botanist, are you?"
"I reckon not," said Teresa; "but you picked some when we came, and I
noticed what they were."
Here was indeed another revelation. Low stopped and gazed at her with
such frank, open, utterly unabashed curiosity that her black eyes fell
before him.
"And do you think," he asked with logical deliberation, "that you could
find any plant from another I should give you?"
"Yes."
"Or from a drawing of it?"
"Yes; perhaps even if you described it to me.


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