It was early yet to one accustomed to late hours in the city.

Young Matt heard distinctly the snap of the case as the watch was closed and returned to its owner's pocket.

Then Stewart lighted a cigar, and flipped the burned out match almost into his unseen companion's face.
It seemed to Young Matt that he had been there for hours.

Years ago he left his home yonder on the ridge, to look for stray stock.
They must have forgotten him long before this.

The quiet cabin in the Hollow, and his friend, the shepherd, too, were far away.