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"Has it?" says Rodney, fiercely. "Then I'll make the most of it," and before the other can find time to fire he flings himself upon him, and grasps his throat with murderous force.,Rodney, lifting the gun, takes as sure aim as he can at the form of the departing hero; but evidently the bullet misses its mark, as no sound of fear or pain comes to disturb the utter silence of the evening.,"You are very much to be admired," says his mother, in an abominable tone.,"You were right," said the young man. "This is surely the person who has hidden the buffalo.","Look here," says Geoffrey. "I won't have Mona spoiled. If she hadn't a headache, she hadn't, you know, and if you were at home, why, you were, and that's all about it. Why should she tell a lie about it?",Lone Feather wrapped his robe more closely around him and walked slowly from his lodge door and from the camp, off toward the north. He was thinking of many things, and hardly noticed where he was going. Presently as he walked, he heard the sound of persons talking. He stopped to listen. The sound came from a lodge made of stone, close by the river. Quietly he went toward the lodge and saw a thin blue line of smoke coming from the top.,"No?" says Lauderdale, laughing. "But why, then? There is no other Mrs. Rodney, is there?",She is still wondering vaguely who he can be, when he breaks the silence.,"Sure they all admire me," says Miss Mona, with an exasperating smile, meant to wither.,"Is it you?" she says. "Come in here, Geoffrey. I want you.","What can I do for you?" she asks, gently.,"I won't betray you," she says. "You may trust me. Where are they stationed?".