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Freckles
twirled
the
club
and
stood
as
a
soldier
at
attention
until
Wessner
left
the
clearing
,
but
it
was
the
last
scene
of
that
performance
.
When
the
boy
turned
,
there
was
deathly
illness
on
his
face
,
while
his
legs
wavered
beneath
his
weight
.
He
staggered
to
the
case
,
and
opening
it
he
took
out
a
piece
of
cloth
.
He
dipped
it
into
the
water
,
and
sitting
on
a
bench
,
he
wiped
the
blood
and
grime
from
his
face
,
while
his
breath
sucked
between
his
clenched
teeth
.
He
was
shivering
with
pain
and
excitement
in
spite
of
himself
.
He
unbuttoned
the
band
of
his
right
sleeve
,
and
turning
it
back
,
exposed
the
blue
-
lined
,
calloused
whiteness
of
his
maimed
arm
,
now
vividly
streaked
with
contusions
,
while
in
a
series
of
circular
dots
the
blood
oozed
slowly
.
Here
Wessner
had
succeeded
in
setting
his
teeth
.
When
Freckles
saw
what
it
was
he
forgave
himself
the
kick
in
the
pit
of
Wessner
’
s
stomach
,
and
cursed
fervently
and
deep
.
“
Freckles
,
Freckles
,
”
said
McLean
’
s
voice
.
Freckles
snatched
down
his
sleeve
and
arose
to
his
feet
.
“
Excuse
me
,
sir
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
’
ll
surely
be
belavin
’
I
thought
meself
alone
.
”
McLean
pushed
him
carefully
to
the
seat
,
and
bending
over
him
,
opened
a
pocket
-
case
that
he
carried
as
regularly
as
his
revolver
and
watch
,
for
cuts
and
bruises
were
of
daily
occurrence
among
the
gang
.
Taking
the
hurt
arm
,
he
turned
back
the
sleeve
and
bathed
and
bound
the
wounds
.
He
examined
Freckles
’
head
and
body
and
convinced
himself
that
there
was
no
permanent
injury
,
although
the
cruelty
of
the
punishment
the
boy
had
borne
set
the
Boss
shuddering
.
Then
he
closed
the
case
,
shoved
it
into
his
pocket
,
and
sat
beside
Freckles
.
All
the
indescribable
beauty
of
the
place
was
strong
around
him
,
but
he
saw
only
the
bruised
face
of
the
suffering
boy
,
who
had
hedged
for
the
information
he
wanted
as
a
diplomat
,
argued
as
a
judge
,
fought
as
a
sheik
,
and
triumphed
as
a
devil
.
When
the
pain
lessened
and
breath
relieved
Freckles
’
pounding
heart
,
he
watched
the
Boss
covertly
.
How
had
McLean
gotten
there
and
how
long
had
he
been
there
?
Freckles
did
not
dare
ask
.
At
last
he
arose
,
and
going
to
the
case
,
took
out
his
revolver
and
the
wire
-
mending
apparatus
and
locked
the
door
.
Then
he
turned
to
McLean
.
“
Have
you
any
orders
,
sir
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
McLean
,
“
I
have
,
and
you
are
to
follow
them
to
the
letter
.
Turn
over
that
apparatus
to
me
and
go
straight
home
.
Soak
yourself
in
the
hottest
bath
your
skin
will
bear
and
go
to
bed
at
once
.
Now
hurry
.
”
