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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"

He lay down for a time, while the boys waited
on him, and at last when he could slowly walk toward home, they went on.
Jud and Sam left them at the creek, and Junior and Mickey started up the
Harding lane. Suddenly Mickey sat down in a fence corner, leaned against
the rails, and closed his eyes.
"Gee!" he said. "Never felt so rotten in all my life."
"Maybe that snake grazed you."
"If it did, would it kill me?" asked Mickey dully.
"Well after the yellow-jacket poison in your blood, and being so tired and
hot, you wouldn't stand the chance you'd had when we first started," said
Junior. "Do you know where it came closest to you?"
"Back of my legs, I s'pose," said Mickey.
"If it had hit you, it would leave two places like needles stuck in, just
the width of its head apart. I can't find any-thing that looks like it,
thank the Lord!"
"Here too!" said Mickey. "You see if it or the quicksands had finished me,
I haven't things fixed for Lily. They might '_get'_ her yet. If anything
should happen to me, she would be left with no one to take care of her.


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