The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 5 Page 5

doctah hu-come hit happened, son; you hain’t afeared of him, be ye?” A trampling of horse’s hoofs was heard outside. “Go up garret to your own place, Frale. What ye bid’n here fer?” she added, in a hushed voice, but the youth sat doggedly still.

Cassandra went out and quickly returned. “It’s your own horse, Frale. Poor beast! He’s limping like he’s been hurt. He’s loose out there. You better look to him.”

“Uncle Carew rode him down an’ lef’ him, I reckon.” Frale rose and went out, and David continued his care of the child.

“How was it? Did your brother hurt you?”

“Naw. He nevah hurted me all his life. Hit — war my own se’f