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قراءة كتاب The U. P. Trail

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‏اللغة: English
The U. P. Trail

The U. P. Trail

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دار النشر: Project Gutenberg
الصفحة رقم: 8

And you carried me and my instrument all day—with a broken hand!"

"Wal, I ain't so shore it's broke."

Neale swore at his friend and then he fell asleep. King watched beside him, ever and anon rewetting the hot brow.

The camp-fire died out, and at length the quietness of late night set in. The wind mourned and lulled by intervals; a horse thudded his hoofs now and then; there were the soft, steady footsteps of the sentry on guard, and the wild cry of a night bird.