No, I couldn't take them rapids, Jinny, not for one frozen
minute."
She looked at him with trouble in her eyes, and her face lost some of its
colour. She was fighting back the inevitable, even as its shadow fell
upon her. "You wouldn't want a man to die, if you could save him, Uncle
Tom--blown up, sent to Kingdom Come without any warning at all; and
perhaps he's got them that love him--and the world so beautiful."
"Well, it ain't nice dyin' in the summer, when it's all sun, and there's
plenty everywhere; but there's no one to go down the river with him.
What's his name?"
Her struggle was over. She had urged him, but in very truth she was
urging herself all the time, bringing herself to the axe of sacrifice.
"His name's Dingley. I'm going down the river with him--down to Bindon."
The old man's mouth opened in blank amazement. His eyes blinked
helplessly.
"What you talkin' about, Jinny! Jake's comin' up with the minister, an'
you're goin' to be married at noon to-morrow."
"I'm takin' him"--she jerked her head towards the room where Dingley was
--"down Dog Nose Rapids to-night.
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