ISBN: 9781150762062

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ."Rise an'speak!" He struck his heel heavily into her side. "The stray pony!" he laughed. "That was not to be caught! The heavy pony! Whose hoofs bit deep in the soft places!" She lay still. A minute passed. She had not yet moved. Stooping, he turned up her face. It was marble-white. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ."Rise an'speak!" He struck his heel heavily into her side. "The stray pony!" he laughed. "That was not to be caught! The heavy pony! Whose hoofs bit deep in the soft places!" She lay still. A minute passed. She had not yet moved. Stooping, he turned up her face. It was marble-white. Falling on his knees, he tore her dress from the neck and laid his rough head to the white breast. Night fell as Jehan le Balt spurred from the bush. He was late. A led horse had persistently taken the wrong side of many trees, wherefore Jehan swore softly but with eloquence and variety. "0 son of the devil!" he muttered, "may you burn in one thousand hells! This is your fault. Black night an' a new trail." Dismounting, he followed the faint white line of dead grass around yawning pits and between bottomless earth-cracks, while his anxious eye scanned a distant light. Half an hour's fast walking brought him to the big pothole, and here he tied the horses at a poplar bluff. The oil flare cast a broad stream of light through the cabin door, punching a yellow hole in the blackness. "Ho, petite!" he called. "Here am I!" The steep sides of the pot-holes threw back a hollow echo. All was strangely silent. A sudden fear chilled him. High overhead, with rush of beating wings, a shape swept by. He started. "Bah!" he exclaimed. "Jehan le Balt, you are become as one chicken. Ma foil To jump at a passing goose!" Standing on the threshold, he laughed softly. "La pauvre," he whispered. "So? She is tired, an' sleeps. Good! She will travel the better." She lay on the rude bed, the torn dress revealing the ivory bust gleaming round and full in the yellow flare. Love and passion surged wi. Books, , The-Probationer-And-Other-Stories~~Herman-Whitaker, , , , , , , , , , General Books LLC<