THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
Woods. Now Wash is sendin' two of them around to the back, so you can't slip out into the brush. Sh—h—h, here comes a couple more to try the front door." He slipped quietly across the room to the shepherd's side. The visitors came softly up to the front door, and tried it gently. A moment later the rear door was tried in the same way.
"Let Brave speak to them," whispered Young Matt; and the dog, feeling the restraining hand removed, barked fiercely.
Mr. Howitt, following his companion's whispered instructions, spoke aloud, "What's the matter, Brave?"
A bold knock at the front door caused the dog to redouble his efforts, until his master commanded him to be still. "Who is there?" called the shepherd.
"Young Matt's took powerful bad," answered a voice; "an' they want you t' come up t' th' house, an' doctor him." A drunken laugh came from the old tree, followed by a smothered oath.
The giant at Mr. Howitt's side growled under his breath, "Oh, I'm sick, am I? There's them that'll be a heap sicker before mornin'. Keep on a talkin', Dad. We've got to make all the time we can, so's Jim can get here."
The shepherd called again, "I do not recognize your voice. You must tell me who you are."
Outside there was a short consultation, followed by
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