Then the color flashed into her face, as an explanation of the mountaineer's interest in a stranger riding the hills occurred to her.
"My friend," she said, "I am Miss Claiborne.

You may know my father's house down in the valley.

We have been coming here as far back as I can remember." The mountaineer listened to her gravely, and at her last words he unconsciously nodded his head.

Shirley, seeing that he was interested, seized her advantage.
"I have no reason for misleading you.

This gentleman is not a revenue man.