The Last of the Plainsmen 



in them the hate, the fear, the terror she had of the 

 clanking thing that bound her. 



I shivered, perhaps from the cold night wind 

 which moaned through the pines ; I saw the stars glit 

 tering pale and far off, and under their wan light the 

 still, set face of Jones, and blanketed forms of my 

 other companions. 



The last thing I remembered before dropping into 

 dreamless slumber was hearing a bell tinkle in the 

 forest, which I recognized as the one I had placed 

 on Satan. 



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