could not be seen. When there was no answer to her second call,
the girl drew a letter from her pocket, and, permitting the pony
to roam at will, proceeded to read.

The big man, looking on, cursed again beneath his breath. "It's
from Ollie," he whispered to his companions. "She stopped at the
house. He says his uncle will give me a job in the shops, and that
it'll be fine for me, 'cause Ollie will be my boss himself. He my
boss! Why, dad burn his sneakin' little soul, I could crunch him
with one hand. I'd see him in hell before I'd take orders from
him. I told her so, too," he finished savagely.

"And what did she say?" asked the shepherd quietly, his eyes on
the girl below.

"Just said, kind o' short like, that she reckoned I could. Then I
come away."

The girl finished her letter, and, after another long call for
Dad, moved on over the shoulder of the mountain. Pete, who had
withdrawn a little way from his companions, was busily talking in
his strange manner to his unseen friends.

Then Young Matt opened his heart to the shepherd and told him all.
It was the old, old story; and, as Mr. Howitt listened, dreams
that he had thought dead with the death of his only son, stirred
again in his heart, and his deep voice was vibrant with emotion as
he sought to comfort the lad who had come to him.

While they talked, the sun dropped until its lower edge touched