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I was to be away for three days , and when I returned I should look by the door-sill for her answer . If none was there , it was all I had a right to expect . If one was there -- I quit writing then -- it seemed so hopeless . * * * * * * Tip and I crossed Thunder Knob at noon . As we turned the crest of the hill and began the descent into the wooded gut , my companion looked back and waved his hand . `` Good-by to Black Log , '' he cried . `` It 's the last I 'll ever see of you . ''