"Why, that must be Young Matt!" she exclaimed.

"Let us stop.

I do believe you haven't seen him since you came home." "I don't want to see him, nor any one else, now," returned Ollie.
"This is our last evening together, Sammy, and I want you all to myself.

Let us go up the old Roark trail, around Cox's Bald, and home through the big, low gap." He checked his horse as he spoke, for they had already passed the point where the Roark trail leaves Fall Creek.
But the girl was determined to follow her impulse.

"You can stop just a minute," she urged.