It succeeded at last. His eyes opened, and he stared in a dazed
and half blinded tray toward Blake. His first sensation was one of
vast relief that he had awakened. The stars were brighter. The
night was still. And there, a dozen paces from him was the snow-
hummock.
But Blake--Blake--
His heart leapt into his throat.
BLAKE WAS GONE!
CHAPTER XXIV
The shock of the discovery that Blake had escaped brought Philip
half to his knees before he thought of Celie. In an instant the
girl was awake. His arm had tightened almost fiercely about her.
She caught the gleam of his revolver, and in another moment she
saw the empty space where their prisoner had been. Swiftly
Philip's eyes traveled over the moonlit spaces about them. Blake
had utterly disappeared. Then he saw the rifle, and breathed
easier. For some reason the outlaw had not taken that, and it was
a moment or two before the significance of the fact broke upon
him. Blake must have escaped just as he was making that last
tremendous fight to rouse himself.
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