"I don't like nothin' any more." "Then, Johnny, take 'em back." "I--I--I take 'em back by myself? I take 'em back, an' hear old Bose growl, and look into her holler eyes?" Here the boy shudders, and looking around timidly, he creeps closer to his sister and says, as he again gazes back in the direction of the Indian woman's cabin: "I'd be afraid she might be dead, Carats, an' there'd be nobody to hold the dog. Oh, I see her holler eyes looking at me all the time. If she'd only let the dog come. Confound her! If she'd only let the dog come!" "Oh, Johnny, Johnny--brother Johnny, come, lets go home! Shoo! There's somebody coming. It's John Logan, coming home from his work." As the girl speaks, John Logan, the sick woman's son, a strong handsome man, only brown as if browned by the sun, with a pick on his shoulder and a gold-pan slanting under his arm, comes whistling along the trail. Seeing the children, he stops and says: "Why, children, good evening! What are you running away for? Come, come now, don't be so shy, my little neighbors, and don't give the trail all to me because I happen to be a man, and the strongest. Come, Johnny, give me your hand. There! an honest, chubby little fist it is. Why, what have you got in your other hand? Been gathering nuts, hey? You little squirrel! Give me a nut, won't you." Carrie approaches, dives her hand into her ragged pocket and reaches the man a heaped handful of nuts. "There, if you'll have nuts I'll bring you nuts; I'll bring you lots of nuts, I will; I'll bring you a bushel of nuts, an'--some tomatuses." "Oh, you are too kind. But now I must hasten home to mother. Come, shake hands again, and say good-bye." The girl gives her left hand. "No your right hand." Carrie is bothered, and slips the peach in her left hand behind, and, with a lifted face, full of glow and enthusiasm, says: "I'll bring you a whole bag full of nuts, I will," and she reaches him her hand eagerly. "Oh Carrie, I have a nice little surprise for you, and if you won't tell I'll let you into the secret. You won't tell?" He comes close to her, sits down his gold-pan, and resting his pick on the ground, with his two hands on the top of the handle, leans toward her and looks into her innocent uplifted face. The girl's eyes brighten, and she seems to grow tall and beautiful under his earnest gaze. "I won't tell, sir. Oh, please to trust me, sir--I won't tell, Mr. John Logan!" The boy eagerly comes forward also. "I won't tell, neither. I won't tell neither; so help me!" "Well, then, come close to me, Johnny, come close up here, and look in my face--there! Why, I declare the pleasure I now have, telling you this, is more than gold! And I need money sadly enough." "You're awful poor, ain't you?" asked Stumps, hitching up his pants. "Been workin' all day and ain't got much in the pan," says Carrie, looking sidewise at the few colors of gold in the bottom edge of the pan.