Part 10 (1/2)
The sheep had begun working toward the lower ground. The shepherd rose to his feet. ”Take them home, Brave. Come on, boys, you must eat with me at the ranch, to-night.” Then the three friends, the giant mountaineer, the strangely afflicted youth, and the old scholar went down the mountain side together.
As they disappeared in the timber on the lower level, the bushes, near which they had been sitting, parted silently, and a man's head and shoulders appeared from behind a big rook. The man watched the strange companions out of sight. Then the bushes swayed together, and the mountain seemed to have swallowed him up.
The three friends had just finished their supper when Pete saw Sammy entering the ranch clearing. Young Matt caught up his hat.
At the rear door he paused. ”I've got to go now, Dad,” he said awkwardly. ”I can't see her any more to-day. But if you'll let me, I'll come again when things get too hot.”
The shepherd held out his hand, ”I understand. Come always, my boy.”
The big fellow, with Pete, skipped away into the timber at the rear of the cabin, a moment before Sammy appeared at the open door in front.
CHAPTER XIII.
SAMMY LANE'S AMBITION.
”Law sakes!” cried Sammy, looking at the table. ”You don't use all them dishes, do you, Dad? You sure must eat a lot.”
”Oh, I eat enough,” laughed Mr. Howitt; ”but it happens that I had company this evening. Young Matt and Pete were here for supper.”
He brought two chairs outside the cabin.
”Shucks!” exclaimed Sammy, as she seated herself, and removed her sunbonnet; ”they must've eat and run. Wish'd I'd got here sooner.
Young Matt run away from me this afternoon. And I wanted to see him 'bout Mandy Ford's party next week. I done promised Mandy that I'd bring him. I reckon he'd go with me if I asked him.”
”There is not the least doubt about that,” observed the man; ”I'm sure anyone would be glad for such charming company.”
The girl looked up suspiciously; ”Are you a jokin'?” she said.
”Indeed, I am not; I am very much in earnest.” Then, taking a cob pipe from his pocket, he added, politely, ”May I smoke?”
”Heh? O law! yes. What you ask me for?” She watched him curiously, as he filled and lighted the pipe. ”I reckon that's because you was raised in the city,” he added slowly; ”is that the way folks do there?”
”Folks smoke here, sometimes, do they not?” he returned between puffs.
”I don't mean that. Course they smoke and chew, too. And the women dip snuff, some of 'em. Aunt Mollie Matthews don't, though, and I ain't never goin' to, 'cause she don't. But n.o.body don't ask n.o.body else if they can. They just go ahead. That ain't the only way you're different from us, though,” she continued, looking at Mr. Howitt, with that wide questioning gaze. ”You're different in a heap o' ways. 'Tain't that you wear different clothes, for you don't, no more. Nor, 'taint that you act like you were any better'n us. I don't know what it is, but it's somethin'. Take your stayin' here in Mutton Hollow, now; honest, Dad, ain't you afear'd to stay here all alone at nights?”
”Afraid? afraid of what?” he looked at her curiously.
”Hants,” said the girl, lowering her voice; ”down there.” She pointed toward the old ruined cabin under the bluff. ”SHE'S sure been seen there. What if HE was to come, too? Don't you believe in hants?”
The shepherd's face was troubled, as he answered, ”I don't know, Sammy. I scarcely know what I believe. Some marvelous experiences are related by apparently reliable authorities; but I have always said that I could not accept the belief. I--I am not so sure now.
After all, the unseen world is not so very far away. Strange forces, of which we know nothing, are about us everywhere. I dare not say that I do not believe.”
”But you ain't scared?”
”Why should I fear?”
Sammy shook her head. ”Ain't 'nother man or woman in the whole country would dast spend the night here, Dad; except Pete, of course. Not even Young Matt, nor my Daddy would do it; and I don't guess they're afraid of anything--anything that's alive, I mean.
You're sure different, Dad; plumb different. I reckon it must be the city that does it. And that's what I've come to see you about this evenin'. You see Ollie's been a tellin' me a lot about folks and things way over there.” She waived her hand toward the ridges that shut in the Hollow. ”And Ollie he's changed a heap himself since he went there to live. I got a letter to-day, and, when I went home, I hunted up the first one he wrote, and I can tell there's a right smart difference already. You know all about Ollie and me goin' to get married, I reckon?”