THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
were laughing and talking, with now and then a burst of song, or a vulgar jest.
"I say, Wash," called one, "What'll you do if Young Matt's there?" The unseen listeners could not hear the leader's reply; but those about the speaker laughed and shouted with great glee. Then the two in the bushes distinctly heard the last man in the line ask his companion, "Do you reckon he'll put up a fight?" and as they passed from sight, the other answered, "Wash don't aim t' give him no show."
When the sounds had died away; Young Matt turned to the girl; "Come on; we've got to keep 'em in sight."
But Sammy held back. "Oh, Matt, don't go yet. We must not. Didn't you hear what that man said? It's you they're after. Let's wait here until they're clean gone."
"No, 'tain't; they ain't a wantin' me," the big fellow replied. And before the young woman could protest further, he lifted her to the saddle as easily as if she were a child. Then, springing to the back of his own horse, he led the way at a pace that would keep them within hearing of the company of men.
"Who is it, Matt? Who is it, if it ain't you?" asked the girl.
"Don't know for sure yet, but I'll tell you pretty soon."
They had not gone far when Young Matt stopped
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