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call another person, for now an inner door opened quickly and a man half dressed appeared at the aperture.
Seeing Carron his face flushed. "Just a minute," he muttered, backing quickly from the door, and would have had it shut but Carron's foot was already in the opening.
"Just a minute," he said, unconsciously repeating Ferrier's words, though with quite another meaning. Booted and belted, he felt his advantage, moral and imaginative, over this fellow who was scantily clad and had bare feet. It would be good not to give him time to clothe himself or arm his mind. Carron pressed through into the room beyond as Ferrier retreated, pitifully embarrassed, and by his glances behind him and around him a little apprehensive.
"Sorry to be so hasty, but I can't wait," the horse-breaker said. "I had to see you immediately. I am going up into the mountains to-day and I shall need your help. Get ready to meet me in a couple of hours."
Ferrier gulped. "I don't think—" he began.
"I've got the grub," Carron went on, as though he had not heard the protestation. "You won't need anything but a blanket and a sweater. Take ammunition if you want it—you won't need it, though. I'll only want you for a couple of days."
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