They procured all necessary supplies needful for such an undertaking, and set out for their destination, after traveling as far as they could by rail.
The young negro who was engaged in preparing their evening meal—for it was near sunset—was a comical-looking personage, to say the least.
He was not as black as some of his race, but the spread of his nose and mouth, and the habitual grin on his face gave him a decidedly humorous appearance.
He had lived at the home of Leo Malvern’s folks since his earliest infancy, and was a faithful servant.
This interesting young coon, who is to figure as one of the characters in our story, was known as Lucky.
He never knew any other name, and, consequently, was satisfied.
Like the majority of his people, he loved a banjo, and had brought one along on the trip for the amusement of himself and his two young masters, as he chose to call the boys.
“Is supper ready?” asked Dick, as he noticed that the darky was looking at them.
“Yes, sah; it am all done. Ready for ter dive in, you bet,” was the reply, accompanied by a broad grin.
“All right,” said Leo Malvern; “we may as well eat, then.”