The old man's flabby face worked. He did not say anything, but went into the stable, and presently came out, leading the horse, with fearful glances back at the windows. He soon overtook the girl going hurriedly down the road, and lifted her into the saddle. "Chile! chile! yer kin make a fool of ole Bone, allays." She did not speak; her face, with its straight-lidded eyes, turned to the mountain beyond which lay the Tear-coat gully. A fair face under its blue hood, even though white with pain,--an honorable face: the best a woman can know of pride and love in life spoke through it. "Mist' Dode," whined Ben, submissively, "what are yer goin' ter do? Bring him home?" "Yes." "Fur de lub o' heben!"--stopping short. "A Yankee captain in de house, an' Jackson's men rampin' over de country like devils! Dey'll burn de place ter de groun', ef dey fin' him." "I know." Bone groaned horribly, then went on doggedly. Fate was against him: his gray hairs were bound to go down with sorrow to the grave. He looked up at her wistfully, after a while. "What'll Mist' Perrine say?" he asked. Dode's face flushed scarlet. The winter mountain night, Jackson's army, she did not fear; but the staring malicious world in the face of Aunt Perrine did make her woman's heart blench. "It doesn't matter," she said, her eyes full of tears. "I can't help that, Uncle Bone,"--putting her little hand on his shoulder, as he walked beside her. The child was so utterly alone, you know. The road was lonely,--a mere mountain-path striking obliquely through the hills to the highway: darkening hills and sky and valleys strangely sinking into that desolate homesick mood of winter twilight. The sun was gone; one or two sad red shadows lay across the gray. Night would soon be here, and he lay stiff-cold beneath the snow. Not dead: her heart told her that imperiously from the first. But there was not one instant to lose. "I cannot wait for you, Uncle Bone. I must go alone." "Debbil de step! I'll take yer 'cross fields ter Gentry's, an' ride on myself." "You could not find him. No one could find him but me." Something possessed the girl, other than her common self. She pushed his hand gently from the reins, and left him. Bone wrung his hands. "'N' de guerrillas,--'n' de rest o' de incarnate debbils!"