"Yes. Some one was there. What of it? Some of the boys are coon-hunting."
"It wasn't that," she whispered. "I know what it was. It was Harrison
Woodell, and he is watching."
"Well, he might be in much better business. Are you fond of him?"
"I like him very much," she answered, simply, "but sometimes I am afraid."
He laughed.
"He'll not hurt you. He dare not."
"But he may hurt you."
Another laugh.
"Don't you think I can take care of myself?"
"Oh, yes"—hurriedly—"but one of you may get hurt, and I don't want anything to happen to either of you. Oh, Grant! You must be careful!"