Pushed from the rock above the cove! Falling hundreds of feet to water or boulders! Clem shuddered and watched the old man settle himself for the story.
Her casual glances had taken in only the thin face, lined and tanned with years of exposure; the faded shirt with sleeves rolled halfway to the elbows; the denim trousers held with a strap knotted around a slender waist. But now something in the manner of the man as he refilled his pipe and squatted down against the cabin wall sent a rush of pity over the girl. What a lonely life he had lived! A beachcomber. A fisherman. Few friends, no books, no family.
“Always been goin’ ta tell somebody ’bout Ward—and his pardner Blackie—but never jist got where I could, or would,” began Bunte. “Maybe it’ll ease my mind ta give ya the yarn, gal; but I
