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THE GIRL OF GHOST MOUNTAIN
He set her down and she stood quietly, knowing her plight, but giving him such a look of utter loathing that he turned away as she went into the room.
"You can tell that tenderfoot lover of hers, if he comes," he said to the bound but unconquered Thora, glaring defiance from her corner, "that I have taken his sweetheart. I may send her back—when I get tired of her. All right, boys, get ready to clear out. We want to get clear before it's light."
Mary came out, pale, her lips close set. Hollister caught her wrists and bound them with a leather strip. Then he picked her up and started for the door. Mary looked across his shoulder at Thora. She did not venture to speak the words she tried to utter with her eyes.
