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"I'll be back the third day at latest with the doctor. I've left you / wood enough for three days and more and you've grub for a month. " Garth / looked at her anxiously; his strong mouth twitched. Suddenly he leaned / forward and brushed her cheek lightly with his yellow beard. "I-hate to / leave you, little girl," he said, with a gentleness not common with him, / "but I guess it's Derek's only chance."
"Of course you must go. It's Derek's only chance. " Dorette faced him / steadily. She was pale, slight, sleepy-eyed, but wilderness born and / bred, for all that; one guessed a spirit of steel in that fragile / sheath. She finished wistfully: "There'll be nothing for me to / do-nothing, but-wait."