In silence they passed on through the upland gowned in hazy, golden spray. At the height of land they paused to look down across the sweeping country below them. Then blue eyes sought grey and hand in hand, with a new glad vista of life opening before them, they went on into the valley.,
To this Mr. Johnston made no audible reply. He simply nodded, waiting with suspended fork, for his narrator to resume.,
"Yes," agreed Wilson, "I guess maybe he is. But, Deacon, I don't know what their game is; wish I did.".
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