Chapter 27
LIFE AT TWIN SPRINGS.Over all the land of the Kootenai the sun of early June was
shining. Trees of wild fruits were white with blossoms, as if from
far above on the mountains the snows had blown down and settled
here and there on the new twigs of green.
And high up above the camp of the Twin Springs, Overton and
Harris sat looking over the wide stretches of forest, and the
younger man looked troubled.
“I think your fear is all an empty affair,” he said, in an
argumentative tone. “You eat well and sleep well. What gives you
the idea you are to be called in soon?”
“Several things,” said the other, slowly, and his speech was yet
indistinct; “but most of all the feel of my feet and legs. A week
ago my feet turned cold; this week the coldness is up to my knees,
and it w
