It was a lonely trail but Hinter had ridden it often. He knew that in the shadows lurked wild things which resented his intrusion of their retreat; that later, when the night grew old, timber-wolves would voice their protest, and fierce-eyed lynx, tufted ears flat and fangs bared in hatred, would look down upon him from overhanging branch of tree. But behind him stalked protection in the form of two great dogs against which no wolf or cat had ever waged successful warfare. Besides, there was the heavy "40-40" revolver in his belt.
pilot-xxx, "I hope your cold is better, Mr Greyquill," said she, making to proceed in her walk.
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pilot-xxx "Nothing of the sort. I am sure of it!" exclaimed Miss Acton. "Who hears of such outrages happening here?".
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