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The Man From Glengarry

Chapter 4 THE RIDE FOR LIFE

Word Count: 1541    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

tars, and seemed to fill up the little clearing in which the manse stood, with a weird and mysterious radiance. Far away in the forest the long-drawn howl of a wolf r

" she said, carelessly, as R

s carelessly; "but-are you-do you think-perhaps

o you think I have lived all this time

ing afraid at the door of the minister's wife, whose fearlessness was proverbial in the c

he saddle, and the pony

take their wood track. It is a better road," sai

afraid of the swamp, and by t

raid of the-of anything," said Ranald, quick

r a mile they kept side by side till they reached the Camerons' lane, when Ranald held in the colt and allowed the pony to lead. As they passed through

e French horse-trainer and breeder, Jules La Rocque, gave to her moth

Ranald well, ceased their clamor, but not before

der than Ranald and was

n-and Mrs. M

ed spee

at-" he

rted, and Mrs. Murray is goin

ough his story, im

g up through the

sked Mrs. Murray. "It is

good enough," said Don,

is set upon going." At that moment away off toward the swamp, which they were avoiding, the long, heart-chilling cry of a

they both knew that where the she wolf is there is a pack no

on." And so saying she headed her pony toward the clearing and was of

u think of that?" and

any minutes were over they were half through the bush. Ranald's spirits rose and he began to take some in

hem the long, mournful hunting-cry of the wolf. He was on their track. Immediately it was answered by a chorus of howls from the bush on the swamp side,

ong cry of the pursuer, summo

m the swamp, but much nearer than before and more

colt till he got hi

o. I will follow you." He swung in behind the pony, who was no

He had caught sight of a dark form as it

Ranald?" The voice

run whatever," said Ran

she

ful swiftness, he saw the long, low body of the leading wolf flashing th

and never stop." But there was no need; the pony

ey were not more than a hundred yards away, and gaining every second. Ranald, remembering the suspicious nature of the brutes, loosened his

r closer they came, snapping and snarling. Ranald could see them over his shoulder. A hundred yards more and he would reach his own back lane. The leader of the pack seemed to feel that his chances were slipping swiftly away. With a spurt he gained upon Lizette, reached the saddle

great deerhound, Bugle, up at the house, they paused, sniffed the air a few minutes, then turned and swiftly and silently slid into

day," he cried, shaking his fist af

down the lane to meet him. The colt snorted, swerved, and then dropping his

r white face, and her eyes were shining like two stars. She laid her hand on Ranald's arm, and her voice grew steady as she said: "

the pony whatever." Then they walked their horses quietly to the stable, and nothing more was said by either of them; bu

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