“Mayhap he couldn't,” said the stranger.
“Chauncey Dike said he went off with another girl, into Kaintuckee.”
“And what did Polly Ann say to that?” the stranger demanded.
“She asked Chauncey if Tom McChesney gave him the scalps he had on his belt.”
At that he laughed in good earnest, and slapped his breech-clouts repeatedly. All at once he stopped, and stared up the ridge.
“Is that Polly Ann?” said he.
I looked, and far up the trail was a speck.
“I reckon it is,” I answered, and wondered at his eyesight. “She travels over to see Tom McChesney's Ma once in a while.”
He looked at me queerly.
“I reckon I'll go here and sit down, Davy,” said he, “so's not to be in the way.” And he walked around the corner of the house.