“Laws-a-massy, 'Genie! I hearn a awful tale over yander 'mongst them Jenkins folks. Ye oughter hev married Luke Todd, an' so I tole ye an' fairly beset ye ter do ten year ago. _He_ keered fur ye. An' Tobe--shucks! Wa'al, laws-a-massy, child! I hearn a awful tale 'bout Tobe up yander at Jenkinses'.” Eugenia colored. “Folks hed better take keer how they talk 'bout Tobe,” she said, with a touch of pride. “They be powerful keerful ter do it out'n rifle range.” With one more mighty tug the sock came off, the red face was lifted, and Mrs. Pearce shook her head ruefully. “The Bible say 'words air foolishness.' Ye dun-no what ye air talkin' 'bout, child.” With this melancholy preamble she detailed the gossip that had arisen at the county town and pervaded the country-side. Eugenia commented, denied, flashed into rage, then lapsed into silence. Although it did not constrain credulity, there was something that made her afraid when her mother said: “Ye hed better not be talkin' 'bout rifle range so brash, 'Genie, nohows. They 'lowed ez Luke Todd an' Sam Peters kem hyar--'twar jes night before las'--aimin' ter take the mare away 'thout no words an' no lawin', 'kase they didn't want ter wait. Luke hed got a chance ter view the mare, an' knowed ez she war hisn. An' Tobe war hid in the dark beside the mare, an' fired at 'em, an' the rifle-ball tuk Sam right through the beam o' his arm. I reckon, though, ez that warn't true, else ye would hev knowed it.” She looked up anxiously over her spectacles at her daughter. “I hearn Tobe shoot,” faltered Eugenia. “I seen blood on the leaves.” “Laws-a-massy!” exclaimed the old woman, irritably. “I be fairly feared ter bide hyar; 'twouldn't s'prise me none ef they kem hyar an' hauled Tobe out an' lynched him an' sech, an' who knows who mought git hurt in the scrimmage?” They both fell silent as the ranger strode in. They would need a braver heart than either bore to reveal to him the suspicions of horse-stealing sown broadcast over the mountain. Eugenia felt that this in itself was coercive evidence of his innocence. Who dared so much as say a word to his face? The weight of the secret asserted itself, however. As she went about her accustomed tasks, all bereft of their wonted interest, vapid and burdensome, she carried so woe-begone a face that it caught his attention, and he demanded, angrily, “What ails ye ter look so durned peaked?” This did not abide long in his memory, however, and it cost her a pang to see him so unconscious.