"And a sharp tongue, I reckon," said he.
"When people need it," I answered.
"Oh!" said he. And presently, "She"s very merry, I"ll warrant."
"She used to be, but that"s gone by," I said.
"Gone by!" said he, his voice falling, "is she sick?"
"No," said I, "she"s not sick, she"s sad."
"Sad?" said he. It was then I noticed that he had a cut across his temple, red and barely healed. "Do you reckon your Polly Ann would give me a little mite to eat?"
This time I jumped up, ran into the house, and got down some corn-pone and a leg of turkey. For that was the rule of the border. He took them in great bites, but slowly, and he picked the bones clean.
"I had breakfast yesterday morning," said he, "about forty mile from here."
"And nothing since?" said I, in astonishment.
"Fresh air and water and exercise," said he, and sat down on the gra.s.s.
He was silent for a long while, and so was I. For a notion had struck me, though I hardly dared to give it voice.
"Are you going away?" I asked at last.
He laughed.
"Why?" said he.
"If you were going to Kaintuckee--" I began, and faltered. For he stared at me very hard.
"Kaintuckee!" he said. "There"s a country! But it"s full of blood and Injun varmints now. Would you leave Polly Ann and go to Kaintuckee?"
"Are you going?" I said.
"I reckon I am," he said, "as soon as I kin."
"Will you take me?" I asked, breathless. "I--I won"t be in your way, and I can walk--and--shoot game."
At that he bent back his head and laughed, which made me redden with anger. Then he turned and looked at me more soberly.
"You"re a queer little piece," said he. "Why do you want to go thar?"
"I want to find Tom McChesney for Polly Ann," I said.
He turned away his face.
"A good-for-nothing scamp," said he.
"I have long thought so," I said.
He laughed again. It was a laugh that made me want to join him, had I not been irritated.
"And he"s a scamp, you say. And why?"
"Else he would be coming back to Polly Ann."
"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.
Polly Ann sauntered down the trail slowly, as was her wont after such an occasion. And the man behind the house twice whispered with extreme caution, "How near is she?" before she came up the path.
"Have you been lonesome, Davy?" she said.
"No," said I, "I"ve had a visitor."
"It"s not Chauncey Dike again?" she said. "He doesn"t dare show his face here."
"No, it wasn"t Chauncey. This man would like to have seen you, Polly Ann. He--" here I braced myself,--"he knew Tom McChesney. He called him a good-for-nothing scamp."
"He did--did he!" said Polly Ann, very low. "I reckon it was good for him I wasn"t here."
I grinned.
"What are you laughing at, you little monkey," said Polly Ann, crossly.
""Pon my soul, sometimes I reckon you are a witch."
"Polly Ann," I said, "did I ever do anything but good to you?"
She made a dive at me, and before I could escape caught me in her strong young arms and hugged me.
"You"re the best friend I have, little Davy," she cried.