The Call of the Cumberlands

"He'd be apt to say that," he commented, coolly. "These dogs haven't

any prejudice in the matter. I'll stake my life on their telling the

truth."

An hour later, the group halted again. The master of hounds mopped his

forehead.

"Are we still going toward Samson South's house?" he inquired.

"We're about a quarter from hit now, an' we hain't never varied from

the straight road."

"Will they be apt to give us trouble?"

Jim Hollman smiled.

"I hain't never heered of no South submittin' ter arrest by a Hollman."

The trailers examined their firearms, and loosened their holster-

flaps. The dogs went forward at a trot.