The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 3 Page 27

only like to give away whar ye’r’ at. All you want is to git to see Cass, but hit won’t do you no good, leastways not now. You done so bad she won’t look at ye no more, I reckon. They is a man thar, too, now.” He started back, his hands clinched, his head lifted, in his whole air an animal-like ferocity. “Thar now, look at ye. ‘Tain’t you he’s after.”

“‘Tain’t me I’m feared he’s after. How come he thar?”

“He come with her las’ evenin’ — ” A sound of horses’ hoofs on the road far below arrested her. They both waited, listening intently. “Thar they be. Git,” she whispered. “Cass tol’ me ef I met up with ye, to say ‘at she’d leave suthin’