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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Gordon Craig Soldier of Fortune"

I
have been seeing shadows ever since."
I laughed lightly, touching her hand.
"Still we 've found nothing else than live ones. Shadows won't hurt
us, and this place will look better by daylight."
"You have n't any nerves."
"Oh, yes, I have; only they are trained. I didn't anticipate an easy
job when I came down here. It's assumed a different form, that's all."
"You do not like it?"
"Not altogether," I admitted. "I am beginning to wonder if those
fellows were square, if they gave me the straight story. Coombs' words
would seem to indicate that he knows I 'm a fraud. Perhaps he did n't
mean that, but it sounded so. Why should they tell that rough-neck
their plans, and send him down here? I 'll find out what he knows, and
how he knows it, before another ten hours. If he 's here to spy on us
I 'll make him earn his money."
She did not look around.
"Are--are you just beginning to doubt what those men told you?"
"Doubt!" in surprise. "No; I don't know that I do. But I don't like
to be mistrusted and watched. Why? Do you think they are
double-crossing us?"
"I 've--I 've taken your word," she said quickly. "But it has never
seemed quite right to me. I--I hardly know why I consented to come,
only I was so miserable, anything seemed better than the life I was
leading.


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