It did not seem probable that we should be "nepoed"-- but, after all, why not?
Dead men tell no tales, cattle as well as merchandise were salable; and as for Virginia, I could hardly bring myself to look in the face the dangers to which she might be exposed in this worst case which I found myself conjuring up.
I listened intently for any sound of the newcomers, but everything was as silent as it had been before they had passed like evil spirits of the night; and from this fact I guessed that, they had made camp farther down-stream among the trees.

I stepped to the back of the wagon, and putting in my hand I touched the girl's hair.

She took my hand in hers, and then dropped it.
"What is it ?" she whispered.
"Don't be scared," I said, "but be very still.

Some men just went by, and I'm afraid they are bad." "Is it that man ?" she asked.
"No," said I, "strangers--bad characters.

I want them to go on without knowing we're here." She seemed rather relieved at that, and told me that she was not frightened.