Our purpose in visiting these mountains is a proper one.

We are violating no law, have committed no crime, and therefore can have no interest for a deputy sheriff.
Besides, I do not believe you are a deputy sheriff!" The stranger shifted uneasily.

Hippy had risen and was stretching himself and yawning.
"All Ah've got to say is, yuh-all git out o' these mountings right smart or Ah'll take yuh-all in.

T'morrow mornin' yuh git!" "Thank you." Grace smiled sweetly.
Hippy strolled up to the mountaineer, also smiling, with right hand extended as if about to shake hands with their caller, but as he neared the man the smile suddenly left his face, and he inhaled a long full breath.
"Beat it!" exploded Lieutenant Wingate in the mountaineer's ear, at the same time turning the man about and running him out of camp in bouncer fashion.
"Run, Mr.Man! Run as if the Old Harry were after you, and don't forget to keep that rifle pointed away from the camp.

If it goes off you're liable to get hurt.