"Here is the dumper who has sold his tobacco!" they cried. "He is just getting in from delivering it. We took him off the wagon just now."
"What fellow is this?" demanded the leader looking in the direction of the shrinking figure the two riders were about to lay hold upon.
Sally, throwing back the heavy coat and pulling the slouch hat from her head, answered:
"It is I. A woman."
CHAPTER XXXIII.
For a brief while only the crackle of the flames, eating their way through the dry oak framework of the barn, disturbed the silence that followed this unexpected declaration, then a murmur of surprise ran from horseman to horseman, while Milt broke into astonished speech:
"Why, Sally, what are you doing dressed up in my clothes?"
"My fear for you made me bold. I didn't want them to know you were away delivering your tobacco, for fear they would follow you, and so I tried to make them think I was you," she answered falteringly, and then, her courage ebbing low, woman-like she began to cry.