She went no further, however,
immediately relinquishing the hand, and falling back on a reserve
that was more suited to her sex, and, indeed, to her natural modesty.
"Thankee, Judith, thankee with all my heart," returned the hunter, whose
humility prevented him from placing any flattering interpretation
on either the conduct or the language of the girl. "Thankee as much
as if it was all true. Harry's sightly - yes, he's as sightly as
the tallest pine of the mountains, and the Sarpent has named him
accordingly; however, some fancy good looks, and some fancy good
conduct, only. Hurry has one advantage, and it depends on himself
whether he'll have t'other or - Hark! That's your father's voice,
gal, and he speaks like a man who's riled at something."
"God save us from any more of these horrible scenes!" exclaimed
Judith, bending her face to her knees, and endeavoring to exclude
the discordant sounds, by applying her hands to her ears. "I
sometimes wish I had no father!"
This was bitterly said, and the repinings which extorted the words
were bitterly felt. It is impossible to say what might next have
escaped her had not a gentle, low voice spoken at her elbow.
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