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I must. You don't know; you can't know--" He dropped his grizzled head against Pete's neck, and his breath caught. "You don't know what I felt when I saw you there, when I thought--Tell me the truth, Pete. You are not going to take my love, my only joy, my one prize away from me?" After a long and difficult silence Pete put his arm half mechanically across the twisted, gasping back. "Of course not, Hugh. I--I couldn't. But I've had to play a part, and it's not come easy. You must have guessed how hard it's been, because you seem to have guessed how I--how Sylvie--Perhaps if I went away?" He was gripped again, shaken a little. "No, don't leave me. Wait. It won't be long. She will go away with me soon, as soon as she gets over a girl's timidity. Pete, she does love me. She does. Don't stand dumb; tell me that she does." "She does," Pete repeated tonelessly. "I'm sorry I struck you. I have a devil's temper. And I think of you as still a boy. I wanted to beat you. A few years ago I would have beaten you." He put this forward as though it were a reasonable excuse. "Yes." Pete smiled grimly. "I can remember your beatings." He drew himself away. "Shall we go back?" Hugh still held him, though at arm's length. "First I must have a promise from you." He spoke sternly. "What do you want?" "I want your promise to keep hands off, to hold your tongue to the end." "You won't trust me, then?" "Not since I watched you moving toward her, not since I felt your arm." Pete was silent. He studied the ground. There was a sullen look on his face, and his tightened mouth deepened the odd, incongruous dimple. "Well, perhaps you're right. I promise." He flashed up a blue desperation of young eyes as he asked: "How long will it last, Hugh?" "Not long. Not long. Surely not long." "I promise." "Give me your hand." They came back down from the hill. CHAPTER XIII Pete looked forward with white-hot impatience to the day of his trip to the trading-station; twelve hours of relief, it would mean, from the worst pressure of his torment--twelve hours of merciful solitude in the old, voiceful friendliness of his forest trail. He started early, at the break of a sweet, singing dawn. The earth was elastic under his feet, the air tingling and mellow with a taste of growth; the flooded river chattered loudly like a creature half beside itself with joy. Pete came out of the dark and silent cabin in which he had
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