He tried to speak, but words would not come.

He could only stare with frightened eyes, as though Young Matt himself were some fearful apparition.
The big fellow threw himself into a chair, and presently the shepherd managed to say in a hoarse whisper, "Tell me about it, Grant, if you can." "I seen them up on Dewey just now, goin' down the Old Trail from Sammy's Lookout to her home.

I was huntin' stock." The old scholar leaned toward his friend, as he almost shouted, "Saw them going to Sammy's home! Saw whom, lad?
Whom did you see ?" "Why--why--Sammy Lane and that--that Ollie Stewart, of course.

I tell you he's come back.

Come to take her away." The reaction was almost as bad as the shock.