THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
ing up caught the girl's hand. "But I want to know what you'll say when he asks you. Tell me, honey, so I'll be plumb certain I'm doin' right."
Sammy lowered her head and whispered in his ear.
"Are you sure this time, girl, dead sure?"
"Oh, I'm so sure that it seems as if I—I couldn't wait for him to come to me. I never felt this way before, never."
The mountaineer drew his daughter into his arms, and held her close, as he said, "I ain't afraid to do it, now, girl."
The young woman was so occupied with her own thoughts and the emotions aroused by her father's question, that she failed to note the ominous suggestion that lay under his words. So she entered gaily into his plans for her during his two days' absence.
Jim would leave early in the morning, and Sammy was to stay with her friend, Mandy Ford, over on Jake Creek. Mr. Lane had arranged with Jed Holland to do the milking, so there would be no reason for the girl's return until the following evening, and she must promise that she would not come home before that time. Sammy promised laughingly. He need not worry; she and Mandy had not had a good visit alone for weeks.
When his daughter had said good-night, Jim extinguished the light, and slipping the big gun inside his shirt went to sit outside the cabin door with his
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