"There was no man," returned the other. "Young Matt and Pete were
here for supper, but they went as soon as the meal was finished,
before Sammy came."

"Don't you try to lie to me!" exclaimed the big man, with another
burst of language, and a threatening movement with the hand that
rested on the pistol.

Mr. Howitt was startled. Never in his life before had such words
been addressed to him. He managed to reply with quiet dignity, "I
have no reason for deceiving you, or anyone else, Mr. Gibbs. There
has been no man here but myself, since Matt and Pete left after
supper." The shepherd's manner carried conviction, and Gibbs
hesitated, evidently greatly perplexed. During the pause, Brave
growled again, and faced toward the cliff below the corral, his
hair bristling.

"What's th' matter with that dog?" said Gibbs, turning uneasily in
his saddle, to face in the direction the animal was looking.

"What is it, Brave?" said Mr. Howitt. The only answer was an
uneasy whine, followed by another growl, all of which said
plainly, in dog talk, "I don't know what it is, but there is
something over there on that cliff that I don't like."

"It must be some animal," said the shepherd.

"Ain't no animal that makes a dog act like that. Did any body pass
while you was a sittin' there, jest before I come in sight?"