"I might have done that," she told him as they herded Smith into the road and followed him.
They said nothing more about what had taken place the night before until the bags had been filled and diamond-hitched, and Smith was rolling his pack from side to side on the homeward trail. Then Oliver asked abruptly:
"Who laid that fire, and put the box of cloth and the olla at The Four Pools yesterday?"
"Please, sir, I done it," she replied.
"When?"
"Just before I rode to your cabin last evening."
"Uh-huh!" he grunted, and fell silent again.
At the cabin she helped him throw off the diamond-hitch and unload the packbags. Then the shaggy Smith was left to his own devices—much to his loudly voiced disapproval—and Jessamy and Oliver rode off into the hills.
"Which way?" he asked as they topped the ridge.
"Lime Rock," she replied.