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Raine, William MacLeod, 1871-1954

"Bucky O'Connor"

Your turn will
come later. Have no fear of that," nodded the wrinkled old
parchment face.
"But--but he hasn't done anything wrong."
"Ho, ho! Let him explain that to the generals and the colonels,"
croaked the old fellow. "And that you may explain the sooner,
senor, hurry--let your feet fly!"
Bucky walked across to the girl he loved and took her hands in
his.
"If I don't come back before three hours read the letter that I
wrote you yesterday, dear. I have left matches on that bench so
that you may have a light. Be brave, pardner. Don't lose your
nerve, whatever you do. We'll both get out of this all right
yet."
He spoke in a low voice, so that the guards might not hear, and
it was in kind that she answered.
"I'm afraid, Bucky; afraid away down deep. You don't half believe
yourself what you say. I can't stand it to be here alone and not
know what's going on. They might be--be doing what that man said,
and I not know anything about it till afterward." She broke down
and began to sob. "Oh, I know I'm a dreadful little coward, but I
can't be like you--and you heard what he said."
"Sho! What he says is nothing.


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