“He has stuck,” said the Hon. Sam shortly; “otherwise you would have heard from June.”
“I'm not going to be here long,” said Hale.
“Where you goin'?”
“I don't know.” Budd puffed his pipe.
“Well, while you are here, you want to keep your eye peeled for Dave Tolliver. I told you that the mountaineer hates as long as he remembers, and that he never forgets. Do you know that Dave sent his horse back to the stable here to be hired out for his keep, and told it right and left that when you came back he was comin', too, and he was goin' to straddle that horse until he found you, and then one of you had to die? How he found out you were comin' about this time I don't know, but he has sent word that he'll be here. Looks like he hasn't made much headway with June.”
“I'm not worried.”
“Well, you better be,” said Budd sharply.
“Did Uncle Billy plant the garden?”
“Flowers and all, just as June always had 'em. He's always had the idea that June would come back.”
“Maybe she will.”