THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
must go, I will walk a little way with you. I love to be out such nights as this. I often wish Pete would take me with him."
"He's out somewhere to-night, sure," replied the other, as they started. "We heard him a singin' last night." Then he stopped and asked, "Where's your gun, Dad? There's a panther somewhere on this range."
"I know," returned the shepherd; "I heard it scream last night; and I meant to go up to the house to-day for a gun. I broke the hammer of mine yesterday."
"That's bad," said Young Matt. "But come on, I'll leave mine with you until to-morrow. That fellow would sure make things lively, if he should come to see you, and catch you without a shootin' iron."
Together the two walked through the timber, until they came to where the trail that leads to the Matthews place begins to climb the low spur of the hill back of the house. Here Mr. Howitt stopped to say good-night, adding, as the young man gave him the rifle, "I don't like to take this, Grant. What if you should meet that panther between here and home?"
"Shucks!" returned the other; "you're the one that'll need it. You've got to take care of them sheep. I'll get home alright."
"Don't forget the other beast, lad. Remember what it is that makes the man."
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