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Fraser, William Alexander, 1859-1933

"Thoroughbreds"

Porter, struggling to her
feet, and placing both hands on his shoulders, "I can stand it--see, I'm
brave."
"I've told you the truth, Mrs. Porter," the doctor answered. "There's no
fear for your husband's recovery if he has quiet for a few days."
She looked into his eyes. Then crying, "I believe you, doctor; thank
God for his mercy!" swayed, and would have fallen heavily but for Mike's
ready arm.
"She'll be better after that," said the doctor, addressing Allis. "It
has been a hard pull on her nerves. Just bathe her temples, and get her
to sleep, if you can. I'll come back soon. Your father is not
conscious, or will he be, I'm thinking, for a day or two. He has heavy
concussion. Cynthia has full directions what to do."


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After Dr. Rathbone had left Mike and Carter went down to the stables.
"I'll jest have a look at that broke rein," said Gaynor; "that sthrap
was strong enough to hang Diablo. If there's not some dirty business in
this, I'll eat me hat. T'umbs up! but it was a gallop, though. The
Black kin move whin he wants to."
"But what do you think of old Lauzanne?" exclaimed Carter. "He just
wore Diablo down, hung to him like a bulldog, an' beat him out."
"It was the girl's ridin'; an' Lauzanne was feared, too.


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