there on their fine horses. One day Buck and me was away out in the woods hunting, and heard a horse coming.  We was crossing the road.  Buck says: “Quick!  Jump for the woods!” We done it, and then peeped down the woods through the leaves.  Pretty soon a splendid young man come galloping down the road, setting his horse easy and looking like a soldier.  He had his gun across his pommel.  I had seen him before.  It was young Harney Shepherdson.  I heard Buck's gun go off at my ear, and Harney's hat tumbled off from his head.  He grabbed his gun and rode straight to the place where we was hid.  But we didn't wait.  We started through the woods on a run.  The woods warn't thick, so I looked over my shoulder to dodge the bullet, and twice I seen Harney cover Buck with his gun; and then he rode away the way he come--to get his hat, I reckon, but I couldn't see.  We never stopped running till we got home.  The old gentleman's eyes blazed a minute--'twas pleasure, mainly, I judged--then