"Makes me feel like I could keep on a goin', and goin', and never stop." The man, too, felt the witchery of the night.

The horses were crowding more closely together now, and, leaning forward, the girl looked up into his face; "What's the matter, Matt?
Why don't you talk to me?
You know it ain't true what them folks said back there." The sorrel was jerked farther away.

"It's true enough, so far as it touches me," returned the man shortly.

"When are you goin' to the city ?" "I don't know," she replied.

"Let's don't talk about that to- night.