Those Indians were too good to be true -- they were phantoms of delight -- such stuff as dreams are made of . But even if they were real they wo n't be there now -- they 'll have folded their tents like the Arabs and as silently stolen away . But I 'll find help somewhere . '' `` I ca n't stay here alone . You may be gone for hours , '' I cried , forgetting all my resolutions of courage and cheerfulness in an access of panic . `` Then ride the other pony and come with me , '' suggested Kate . `` I ca n't ride bareback , '' I moaned . `` Then you 'll have to stay here , '' said Kate decidedly . `` There 's nothing to hurt you , Phil . Sit in the wagon and keep dry . Eat something if you get hungry . I may not be very long . '' I realized that there was nothing else to do ; and , rather ashamed of my panic , I resigned myself to the inevitable and saw Kate off with a smile of encouragement . Then I waited . I was tired and frightened -- horribly frightened . I sat there and imagined scores of gruesome possibilities . It was no use telling myself to be brave . I could n't be brave . I never was in such a blue funk before or since . Suppose Kate got lost -- suppose she could n't find me again -- suppose something happened to her -- suppose she could n't get help -- suppose it came on night and I there all alone -- suppose Indians -- not gentlemanly Stoneys or even Peter Crows , but genuine , old-fashioned Indians -- should come along -- suppose it began to pour rain !
It did begin to rain , the only one XXXXX my suppositions which came true .
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