Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 212
o uttered the wailof Smallpox! Smallpox! Smallpox! After a time Larison paused to listen. Hecould now hear nothing at all but the beatingof his heart. He rubbed his hands with gleeat the thought of his shrewd device. The gold,he knew, was all there in the ashes. Half anhours washing would restore… … DOOR WAS NOW BROKEN OPEN WITH ATERRIFIC CRASH. The sun was high when he awoke. Peeringout cautiously, quite ready to hide his headand cry, Smallpox ! at the first sight or soundof an intruder, he saw, heard—nothing at all! Then he came down and looked about. Thecrackers were gone. The frying-pan…
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