The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 16 Page 5

me. Anyhow, he hadn’t ought to ‘a’ riled me that-a-way.”

He thought with shame of how he had sat cowering at the head of the fall, and had hurled his own dog to destruction, in his fear. “I war jes’ plumb crazy,” he soliloquized.

As to how he could deal with Cassandra, he did not as yet know, but he would find a way. In his heart, he reached out to her and already possessed her. His blood leaped madly through his veins that he was so soon to see her and touch her. Have her he would, if he must continue to kill his way to her through an army of opponents.

The evening was falling, and, imagining they would all be sleeping, he meant to creep quietly up and spend the night in the loom shed. There was no dog there now