His observation was greeted with a general laugh, which seemed to imply that the speaker had a character which his speech sustained. "Whar did ye see her, Stamps?" was asked. The little man remained unmoved, still dangling his legs over the porch side, still ruminating, still gazing with pale, blinking eyes up the road. "Went over the mountain to 'tend court to Bakersville, an' took it on my road to go by thar. She was settin' in the door, an' I see her afore she seen me. When she hearn the sound of my mule's feet, she got up an' went into the house. It was a powerful hot mornin', 'n' I wus mighty dry, 'n' I stopped fur a cool drink. She didn't come out when fust I hollered, 'n' when she did come, she looked kinder skeered 'n' wouldn't talk none. Kep' her sunbonnet over her face, like she didn't want to be seen overmuch." "What does she look like, Ezry?" asked one of the younger men. Mr. Stamps meditated a few seconds. "Don't look like none o' the women folk about yere," he replied, finally. "She ain't their kind." "What d'ye mean by that?" "Dunno eggsactly. She's mighty white 'n' young-lookin' 'n' delicate--but that ain't all." Tom made a restless movement. "Look here, boys," he broke in, suddenly, "here's a nice business--a lot of fellows asking questions about a woman an' gossiping as if there wasn't a thing better to do. Leave 'em alone, if they want to be left alone--leave 'em alone." Mr. Stamps expectorated in an entirely unbiased manner. He seemed as willing to leave his story alone as he had been to begin it. "He's comin' yere," he said, softly, after a pause. "Thet's whar he's comin'." The rest of the company straightened themselves in their seats and made an effort to assume the appearance of slightly interested spectators. It became evident that Mr. Stamps was right, and that the rider was about to dismount. He was a man about thirty years of age, thin, narrow-chested, and stooping. His coarse clothes seemed specially ill-suited to his slender figure, his black hair was long, and his beard neglected; his broad hat was pulled low over his eyes and partially concealed his face. "He don't look none too sociable when he's nigher than half a mile," remarked Nath in an undertone. He glanced neither to the right nor to the left as he strode past the group into the store. Strange to relate, Tom had lounged behind the counter and stood ready to attend him. He asked for a few necessary household trifles in a low tone, and, as Tom collected and made them into a clumsy package, he stood and looked on with his back turned towards the door. Those gathered upon the porch listened eagerly for the sound of conversation, but none reached their ears. Tom moved heavily to and fro for a few minutes, and then the parcel was handed across the counter. "Hot weather," said the stranger, without raising his eyes. "Yes," said Tom, "hot weather, sir." "Good-day," said the stranger. "Good-day," answered Tom.