"
"I'll pay that back--the other I can't," said Pollock with sudden
feeling. "Here, have a cup of coffee."
Bob swallowed the hot coffee gratefully. Without speaking further,
Pollock arose and led the way. When finally they had reached the open
forest above the camp, the mountaineer squeezed Bob's fingers hard.
"Good-bye," said the younger man in a guarded voice. "I won't see you
again. Remember, even at best it's a long wait in jail. Think it over
before you decide!"
"I'm in jail here," replied Pollock.
Bob walked thoughtfully to camp. He found a fire burning and Elliott
afoot.
"Thank God, you're here!" cried that young man; "I was getting scared
for you. What's up?"
"You are and I am," replied Bob. "Couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk.
Think that bogy-man of yours had got me?"
"I surely began to."
"Nothing doing. I guess I can snooze a little now."
"I can't," complained Elliott. "You've got me good and waked up,
confound you!"
Bob kicked off his boots, and without further disrobing rolled himself
into his gray blanket. As he was dropping asleep two phrases flashed
across his brain.
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