He kissed my hand like that once before, when I went to Frankfort on the lumber raft." "Good-bye, Harry," repeated Jarvis.

"If you're bound to fight I reckon that's jest what you're bound to do, an' it ain't no good for me to say anythin'.

Be shore you follow the trail jest as I laid it out to you an' in two days you'll strike the Wilderness Road.

After that it's easy." When Harry rode away something rose in his throat and choked him for a moment.

He knew that he would never again find more kindly people than these simple mountaineers.