That Girl of Johnson's — page 76: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. | 65 extent she was dependent upon his greater strength for her safety. 3 She came to find her father, she said, quietly, and she would find him; she felt certain of that. Her resolute spirit reached the others, and inspired them to renewed effort when everything seemed useless, and time after time they failed in their errand. They were near the top of the mountain; the mist was lighter ;.they could see the peak of the home mountain through the thick boughs and tangled bushes. They paused on the edge of the wide chasm into which they had narrowly escaped falling. Their faces were pale at such a _ hear approach to death; they shrank back from the brink and stood a moment to recover. Up in the blue space over the chasm a vulture hovered : the dull flap of his wings was audible in the dead stillness and hollow below. Dolores saw him, and her eyes dilated, her breath came quick and feverish as she grasped young _ Green’s arm with an energy that startled him. _ “See!” she cried, her sweet, strangely penetrating voice full of terror echoing down the misty hollow. ‘‘See! Why is he there? They follow where there are wounded. They wait and wait and never tire. They hover like that round and round, nearer and nearer until they get their prey. He is not there for nothing.” Their eyes followed hers; her terror was reflected in their faces, used as they were to such scenes, and young Green instinctivley drew her nearer himself as though to shield her from what might follow. They knew of what she was thinking. There was nothing certain about the vulture’s prey; it might be a wounded hare, a stag, or—a man! That it was something was certain; something, too, that was wounded, not dead. They stood in silence a moment with awe-struck faces, while the bird of death hovering above them had a terrible - meaning for them. Dolores clung to young Green with trembling hands in the first wild moment; she did not feel Comicboo SS (E(0) m me