Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 78 of 233
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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, =~ —~C~«~S tant, but weak. Green stretched himself flat on the ground, and leaned far over the perilous edge. About twenty feet below a sharp ledge projected, form- ing a flat shelf; this was covered with a tangle of shrubs and bushes. The mist hung about it like a phantom shroud, and even to Green’s clear eyes it was but faintly discernible. Whether or not Johnson was there, he could not tell. He called cheerily, and again the weak voice re- plied ; the bushes below were stirred slightly, and a feeble hand appeared for an instant. Green arose swiftly to his feet; he uncoiled the rope with swift sweeps of his muscular young arms, and fasten- ing one end around his waist secured the other end toa sturdy sapling near. The men understood his design without words, and obeyed his orders promptly; they were naturally slow, but they were willing. Dolores watched them with dilating eyes and her lips ‘close shut, as though to stifle a cry. When she saw what young Green was about to do, she came forward, a world - of wonder and horror and pleading in her eyes that were larger and darker than usual as they met the steady blue . ones above her. *‘Do not go,” she said, slowly, as though the words would notcome. “Let me go; itis my duty; but you—you must not risk your life for him.” He replied hurriedly. There was a swift flashing smile in his eyes as they met hers, it was pleasant to him that she cared for his safety, and he answered her with a swift, brave smile. He spoke to the men cheerily, but clearly and concisely ; he told them to hold hard and mind their work. They were ready, and obeyed him at once, and without words. As he turned to let himself down over the edge he looked toward Dolores. She was standing apart from them white and silent, her slender, graceful! figure in its homely print gown sharply defined against the drooping pine boughs that swung low down; her brown eyes were on him with a Gomichoo <S (€(0) m