THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
on the rock saw it threshing the ground in its death struggle.
"That was a lucky shot for you," said Ollie.
"Lucky for me," repeated Young Matt slowly, eyeing his well dressed companion; "Well, yes, I reckon it was."
"Who fired it?"
The big fellow shook his head in a puzzled way.
Stewart looked surprised. "Wasn't it someone hunting with you?"
"With me? Huntin'? Not to-night;" muttered the other still searching the hill side.
"Well, I'd like to know what you were doing here alone, then;" said Ollie suspiciously.
At his tone, Young Matt turned upon him savagely, "’Tain't none of your business, what I was a doin' here, that I can see. I reckon these hills are free yet. But it's mighty lucky for us both that someone was 'round, whoever he is. Maybe you ain't thankful that that critter ain't fastened on your neck. But I am. An' I'm goin' to find out who fired that shot if I can."
He started forward, but Ollie called imperiously, "Hold on there a minute, I want to say something to you first." The other paused, and young Stewart continued; "I don't know what you mean by prowling around this time of night. But it looks as though you were watching me. I warn you fairly, don't try
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