Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders Among the Kentucky Mountaineers

htened Washington's arm, and fairly dragging him along. "Can't affo

what happened to frighten you so?" she asked in a soothing to

e and twisted his head as if to smoot

d. Nothing can harm you.

heyeh. Him speak to Wash right

from your awful work on that harmonica," declar

ok her he

Wash," she said. "What did

h! Remembah, dis am de sebbenth y

the seventh year?" qu

doo, Miss. Somet'n sure gw

retorted N

urself, something surely will happen

d Grace as she gazed at the trembling lad before her.

s juncture the bushes parted, and a man, faintly outl

made a break, but Hippy, on the watch f

I'll let the fellow

e, smooth-shaven, wearing long iron-gray hair that hung below his sombrero, the locks curling slight

re you?" demanded

stery Man. Spectacles, notions and trinkets are my specialty. I make

. Come in, won't

. I've invited myself to

e could wait. The stranger said he could and would wait, so Anne and Nora set about making

he caller. "I'm Jeremiah Long, and that'

and amusement. Emma added that they were on their way in search of a fortune on Lieutenant Wi

m the wilderness?" dem

rew back his he

on to give the pickaninny a scare. Oh, thank you," he added as Nora hand

er. Is that it?"

with nick-nacks to delight the eye. If you-all are troubled with poor sight I'll be happy to fit you with glasses warranted to

from here by this time to-morr

No bother at all about

budge, so Hippy led h

w harmonica for you. It will make more noise than the one you lost when I whispered in your ear out yonde

this country well?

gged his

't," he replied soberly. "No one knows it. I know t

about the moonshiners and th

ve her a quick g

hese hills the better off you are in the end. Some folks have made the mistake of knowing

ting in her own mind over their guest. She was not wholly satisfied that he was

d forgotten his recent fright. Tom and the Mystery Man were engaged in conversation, Hippy now and then interjecting a question, for the topic under discussion was the tract of land ow

finally. "I shall be in that section of the range about

me. Mr. Gray leaves to-morrow morning for the Cumberlands where he has business, a

he bushes on the opposite side of the cam

ed Hippy Wingate. "Come i

d raw-boned, a typical Kentucky mountaineer, and, as he stood there surveying the Overland Riders from beneath his broad-brimmed hat, not a word

a gesture from Grace checked her. Not

cried, referring to

t Jeremiah Long, the Mystery Man, had suddenly and mysteriously disa