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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

She could not
go away and leave that, not unless - A terrible hatred of Herman
and Rudolph and all their kind suddenly swept over her. She would
not run away. She would stay and tell all the terrible truth. It
was her big moment, and she rose to it. She would see it through.
What was her own safety to letting this band of murderers escape?
And all that in the few seconds it took to reach the fallen figure.
It was only when she was very close that she saw it was moving.
"Tell Dunbar he went to the left," a voice was saying. "The left!
They'll lose him yet."
"Joey!"
"Hello," said Joey's voice. He considered that he was speaking
very loud, but it was hardly more than a whisper. "That wasn't
your father, was it? The old boy couldn't jump and run like that."
"Are you hurt?"
He coughed a little, a gurgling cough that rather startled himself.
But he was determined to be a man.
"No. I just lay down here for a nap. Who was it that jumped?"
"My cousin Rudolph. Do you think I can help you into the house?"
"I'll walk there myself in a minute.


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