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Low stopped. The last words of his companion seemed to recall him to
himself. He raised his eyes automatically to the woods, and started.
"There _is_ something wrong over there," he said breathlessly. "Look!"
"I thee nothing," said Curson, beginning to doubt Low's sanity;
"nothing more than I thaw an hour ago."
"Look again. Don't you see that smoke rising straight up? It isn't
blown over from the Divide; it's new smoke! The fire is in the woods!"
"I reckon that 'th so," muttered Curson, shading his eyes with his
hand. "But, hullo! wait a minute! We'll get hortheth. I say!" he
shouted, forgetting his lisp in his excitement--"stop!" But Low had
already lowered his head and darted forward like an arrow.
In a few moments he had left not only his companion but the last
straggling houses of the outskirts far behind him, and had struck out
in a long, swinging trot for the disused "cut-off." Already he fancied
he heard the note of clamor in Indian Spring, and thought he
distinguished the sound of hurrying hoofs on the great highway.


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