r
backwards."

A bitter smile crossed the face of the older man. He evidently
applied the native's philosophy in a way unguessed by Jed. "Very
true, very true, indeed," he mused. Then he turned to Jed, and
asked, "Is there a house near here?"

"Jim Lane lives up the trail 'bout half a quarter. Ever hear tell
o' Jim?"

"No, I have never been in these mountains before."

"I 'lowed maybe you'd heard tell o' Jim or Sammy. There's them
that 'lows Jim knows a heap more 'bout old man Dewey's cave than
he lets on; his place bein' so nigh. Reckon you know 'bout Colonel
Dewey, him th' Bal' up thar's named fer? Maybe you come t' look
fer the big mine they say's in th' cave? I'll hep you hunt hit, if
you want me to, Mister."

"No," said the other, "I am not looking for mines of lead or zinc;
there is greater wealth in these hills and forests, young man."

"Law, you don't say! Jim Wilson allus 'lowed thar must be gold in
these here mountains, 'cause they're so dad burned rough. Lemme
hep you, Mister. I'd like mighty well t' git some clothes like
them."

"I do not speak of gold, my boy," the stranger answered kindly.
"But I must not keep you longer, or darkness will overtake us. Do
you think this Mr. Lane would entertain me?"

Jed pushed a hand up under his tattered old hat, and scratched
awhile before he answered, "Don't know 'bout th' entertainin',
Mister, but 'most anybody would take you in." He turned and looked
thoughtfully up the trail. "I don't guess Jim's to home though;
'cause I see'd Sammy a fixin' t' go over t' th' Matthews's when I
come past. You know the Matthews's, I reckon?"

There was a hint of impatience now in the deep voice. "No, I told
you that I had never been in these mountains before. Will Mr.
Matthews keep me, do you think?"

Jed, who was still looking up the trail, suddenly leaned forward,
and, pointing into the timber to the left of the path, said in an
exciting whisper, "Look at that, Mister; yonder thar by that big
rock."

The stranger, looking, thought he saw a form, weird and ghost-like
in the mist, flitting from tree to tree, but, even as he looked,
it vanished among the hundreds of fantastic shapes in the gray
forest. "What is it?" he asked.

The native shook his head. "Durned if I know, Mister. You can't
tell. There's mighty strange things stirrin' on this here
mountain, an' in the Holler down yonder. Say, Mister, did you ever
see a hant?"

The gentleman did not understand.

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