The herder waved his arm. “Way ’round ’em, Shep,” and the sheep began moving.
“Good-bye,” the girl gathered up the reins reluctantly.
“You didn’t tell me your name.”
“Katie Prentice.”
“Mine’s Hughie Disston,” he added, his black eyes shining with friendliness. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”
She answered shyly:
“Maybe.”
Toomey started away at a gallop, calling sharply:
“Come on, Hughie!”
The boy followed with obvious reluctance, sending a smile over his shoulder when he found that the girl was looking after him.