He knew how foolish it was for the stranger to show sympathy
with, or interest in, one faction or another in a mountain feud,
but to give any kind of information of one to the other--that was
unwise indeed. Ahead of them now, a little stream ran from a
ravine across the road. Beyond was a cabin; in the doorway were
several faces, and sitting on a horse at the gate was young Dave
Tolliver.
"Well, I git down here," said the girl, and before his mule
stopped she slid from behind him and made for the gate without a
word of thanks or good-by.
"Howdye!" said Hale, taking in the group with his glance, but
leaving his eyes on young Dave. The rest nodded, but the boy was
too surprised for speech, and the spirit of deviltry took the girl
when she saw her brother's face, and at the gate she turned:
"Much obleeged," she said. "Tell June I'm a-comin' over to see her
next Sunday."
"I will," said Hale, and he rode on. To his surprise, when he had
gone a hundred yards, he heard the boy spurring after him and he
looked around inquiringly as young Dave drew alongside; but the
boy said nothing and Hale, amused, kept still, wondering when the
lad would open speech.
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