The door closed,
and I listened for a pistol-shot and a
scream. It must have been done with
a knife, I thought, and quietly, for
when I was within ten paces of the
cabin he opened the door again. His
face was very white; he held one hand
behind him, and he was nervously
fumbling at his chill with the other.
As he stepped towards me I caught the
handle of a pistol in my side pocket
and waited. He looked at me sharply.
``Did you say the preacher lived up
thar?'' he asked.
``Yes,'' I said, breathlessly.
In the door-way just then stood the
girl with a bonnet in her hand, and at
a nod from him they started up the
hill towards the cottage. They came
down again after a while, he stalking
ahead, and she, after the mountain
fashion, behind. And after this fashion
I saw them at sunset next day pass
over the bridge and into the mouth of
the Gap whence they came. Through
this Gap come strange people and
strange tales from the Kentucky hills.
Over it, sometimes, is the span of a
rainbow.
A TRICK O' TRADE
Stranger, I'm a separATE man, an' I
don't inQUIZite into no man's business;
but you ax me straight, an' I tell ye
straight: You watch ole Tom!
Now, I'll take ole Tom Perkins' word
agin anybody's 'ceptin' when hit comes
to a hoss trade ur a piece o' land.
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