I had a
dream, an' dreams goes by contraries an' always have. What you dream
never comes true. It's always the opposite. An' I dreamed that little
she-devil come up on you when you was asleep, took a big bread-knife,
an' cut your head plumb off! Yessir, I could see her holdin' up that
head o' yourn, an' the blood was drippin', an' she was a-laughin'--"
"SHUT UP!" Keith fairly yelled the words. His eyes blazed. His face was
dead white.
With a shrug of his huge shoulders and a sullen grunt Duggan went on.
An hour later the trail narrowed into a short canon, and this canon, to
Keith's surprise, opened suddenly into a beautiful valley, a narrow
oasis of green hugged in between the two ranges. Scarcely had they
entered it, when Duggan raised his voice in a series of wild yells and
began firing his rifle into the air.
"Home-coming," he explained to Keith, after he was done. "Cabin's just
over that bulge. Be there in ten minutes."
In less than ten minutes Keith saw it, sheltered in the edge of a thick
growth of cedar and spruce from which its timbers had been taken. It
was a larger cabin than he had expected to see--twice, three times as
large.
"How did you do it alone!" he exclaimed in admiration.
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