Talitha dipped her hands in the creek and wiped them on her handkerchief. “I wish—” she began, then stopped suddenly. Martin looked up and his eyes followed hers.
Around the farther curve of the creek path appeared a horse’s head; then the animal and its rider came slowly into view. “It’s somebody from Stone Jug, I reckon,” said Martin, “only it rides like Dan Gooch.”
“It is Dan Gooch,” decided Talitha under her breath. “Wait and see if he knows us, Mart.”
The old sorrel plodded dejectedly along the path. The man on his back was as loose-jointed and angular as his steed. An ancient broad-brimmed hat slouched over his face to keep out the bright sunlight. If the two seated at the creek’s edge imagined he was about to pass them unnoticed, they were immediately undeceived, for the man raised his head and eyed them as though he had come for that express purpose.
“Howdy!” said Martin with the tone of one stranger saluting another.
“Howdy!” responded the man, still staring. His horse had already stopped and was nosing the herbage. “Hit ain’t Mart Coyle and Tally?” exclaimed Dan Gooch after a speculative silence.
“It is.” Talitha sprang up with a laugh. “But you didn’t know us right off, though.”
“I ’lowed ’twas you and agin I ’lowed ’twas furriners. I never seen young-uns change so in sech a few months. You’d better let me go ahead and tell your mammy thar’s comp’ny comin’ fer supper.” The man slipped from his horse with a chuckle. “If you’ve walked from the Gap, hit’s been a purty stiff climb. Crawl up on the beastie, Tally, I’ll keep Mart comp’ny.”
After much demurring the girl mounted the sorrel and soon both were lost to sight around the bend.
The sun, a huge, fiery ball, was poised on the bare summit of a peak in the west, when Talitha reached the edge of a cove on the mountain-side. Curling indolently upward, the smoke from a cabin chimney was lost among the trees crowding the slope beyond. In spite of her haste, she halted the not unwilling sorrel and sat for a few moments gazing at the place she called home. The picture in her memory supplied all invisible details.