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“I think we’d better go back to camp. The shooting over there sounds as if our part of the job is over. Think so?”,"I sha'n't want any trifles to amuse me, if you will talk to me," says Mona.,"Are you not?" said Sarby, with a peculiar smile. "Remember what Etwald said about your life-in-death!","She didn't know you to be the man that gave her the letter that brought her here?","Yes, I do; and it is to tell that something that I have driven over to-day. Well, now, major, let me know all about the matter from the beginning. I have heard nothing but the most garbled accounts, and it is necessary, for the sake of the information which I am about to impart, that I should know the exact truth.",Come with the dawn,,For a few days after this, the man used to take his baby on his back and travel out away from the camp, walking over the hills, crying and mourning. He felt badly, and he did not know what to do.,“Oh, well! you may get in,” said Miss Melling, not ungraciously.,"Yes, he is quite innocent. He did not take the devil-stick.",Anson nodded.,Bob—that was the horse’s name—knew Johnny whenever he went into the stable; there was no doubt about that, for the little horse would turn around in his stall and whinny at the sound of the boy’s step or voice. Of course Johnny always had sugar for him and brushed his pretty coat for him every day—dear, cunning little Bob!,St. Elmo’s face brightened with intelligence. He broke into the story to give a graphic account of how a little yellow chicken of his sister’s had got “dwownded” in the pig-trough..