A Son of the Hills | Page 6

upon to assist any government spy in
her work, no matter how attractive and subtle the spy was.
It was two years now since a certain consumptive-looking young man
had caused the upheaval of a private enterprise back of The Hollow and
made so much unpleasantness, but Norman Teale had served his term
in prison and had got on his feet once more, and Greeley had a
momentary touch of sympathy for the Speak-Easy magnates as he
glanced up at this new style of spy.
"Nobody stays on in The Hollow lest he has to," he said cautiously,
"and as for boarding-places, there never was such a thing here, I reckon.
I certainly don't expect they would take any one in at the Walden place,
not if they-all was starving. Miss Ann Walden is quality from way back.
The Morleys couldn't entertain, and what's true of the Morleys is true of
all the others."
"Couldn't you folks take me?"
At this Greeley collapsed on the one chair of the porch, and actually
gasped.
"I ain't got what you might call folks," he managed to say, "unless you
call a brace of dogs, folks."
"Oh! I beg your pardon." Miss Lowe flushed and gave a nervous laugh.
"You see I just must manage to find a home here, and--and I've heard
so much of Southern chivalry and hospitality I rather hoped some one
would take me in until I could look around. The place at The Forge,
where I've been for two nights is--impossible, and the darkies have
their hands stretched out for tips until I feel like a palmist, and a

bankrupt one at that!"
A merry laugh rang out and in spite of himself and his grave doubts
Greeley relaxed.
"If you don't mind doing for yourself," he ventured, "there's a cabin
over to Trouble Neck that you might get."
"Do for myself?" Miss Lowe cried energetically. "I'd just favour that
plan, I can tell you! I could get all the furniture I need at The Forge, I
am sure. The name of the place isn't exactly cheering, but then I've
waded through trouble and got on top all my life long. Who owns the
cabin over at Trouble Neck?"
Property rights in and around The Hollow were rarely discussed; it was
a delicate question, but what was not actually held down by another
generally was conceded to a certain Smith Crothers and to his credit
Tod Greeley now put the Trouble Neck cabin.
"Oh! He's the man who owns the factory a few miles from The Forge? I
drove past it yesterday at noon time. I thought it was an orphan asylum
at first. I never saw such babies put to work before. It's monstrous and
the law ought to shut down on your Smith Crothers!"
At this Greeley had a distinct sensation of pain in the region known as
the pit of his stomach. That Smith Crothers should fall under any law
had never been dreamed of by mortal man or woman in Greeley's
presence before. The right of free whiskey was one thing; the right of a
man to utilize the children of the district was another!
"He ain't my Smith Crothers!" Greeley inanely returned, feeling in a
dazed way that he did not want to put in any claim for Crothers with
those apparently innocent eyes upon him.
"Well, I'll try to buy the Trouble Neck place from Smith Crothers at
once. You see I've been very sick; they said I'd lost my health, but I
know I've only misplaced it."

Again the cheerful laugh set Greeley's nerves tingling.
"They-all say that when they-all come up here."
Greeley felt in honour bound to give the young woman a hint as to his
reading of her and her mission.
"It's a good spot, then, for weak lungs?"
"None better," Tod nodded sagely, "but they don't last long."
"What? The weak lungs? That's splendid! And now would you mind
giving my horse a drink? Isn't it funny what nice horses they manage to
evolve in the South on food that would end a cart-horse's existence up
North? But such vehicles! Do look at this buggy! And no springs to
mention. My! but my back will ache to-morrow."
By this time Greeley had procured a pail of water and was courteously
holding it to the nose of the very grateful horse.
"I wonder," Miss Lowe casually remarked, as she let the reins fall in
lap and looked about, "if you happen to have known a Theodore Starr
who once lived here?"
"I've heard of him," Tod returned; "I ain't a Hollow man. I only came
here on business six years ago, but the memory of Starr sort of clings
like it was a good thing to keep alive."
"How beautifully