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THE STRENGTH OF THE PINES
by
EDISON MARSHALL
With Frontispiece by W. Herbert Dunton
Boston
Little, Brown, and Company
1921
Copyright, 1921,
By Little, Brown, and Company.
All rights reserved
Published February, 1921
The Colonial Press
C. H. Simonds Co., Boston, U. S. A.
TO
LILLE BARTOO MARSHALL
DEAR COMRADE AND GUIDE
WHO GAVE ME LIFE
[Illustration: He marked the little space of gray squarely between the
two reddening eyes.]
CONTENTS
BOOK ONE THE CALL OF THE BLOOD
BOOK TWO THE BLOOD ATONEMENT
BOOK THREE THE COMING OF THE STRENGTH
THE STRENGTH OF THE PINES
BOOK ONE
THE CALL OF THE BLOOD
I
Bruce was wakened by the sharp ring of his telephone bell. He heard its
first note; and its jingle seemed to continue endlessly. There was no
period of drowsiness between sleep and wakefulness; instantly he was
fully aroused, in complete control of all his faculties. And this is not
especially common to men bred in the security of civilization. Rather it
is a trait of the wild creatures; a little matter that is quite
necessary if they care at all about living. A deer, for instance, that
cannot leap out of a mid-afternoon nap, soar a fair ten feet in the air,
and come down with legs in the right position for running comes to a sad
end, rather soon, in a puma's claws. Frontiersmen learn the trait too;
but as Bruce was a dweller of cities it seemed somewhat strange in him.
The trim, hard muscles were all cocked and primed for anything they
should be told to do.
Then he grunted rebelliously and glanced at his watch beneath the
pillow. He had gone to bed early; it was just before midnight now. "I
wish they'd leave me alone at night, anyway," he muttered, as he slipped
on his dressing gown.
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