“I ate before I looked for you,” answered Henry, although the one sandwich had by no means satisfied his hunger.
“My, but this is good!” said George.
“Our mother is dead,” said Mary Wright after a pause, “and our father is awful poor. He has taken out a homestead and we are trying to live on it until he gets it proved up. We have had a very hard time since mother died.”
“Yes, I know,” said Henry, gravely; “my mother died, too.”
“I wonder what time it is?” asked the girl at last.
Henry pulled out his watch. “It is after six o’clock,” he said.
“Say,” broke in George, “that’s a funny kind of a uniform you’ve got on.”
“It is a Boy Scout uniform.”
“Oh, is it?” exclaimed George. “I never saw one before. I wish I could be a Scout!”
“Maybe you can,” answered Henry. “I am going to organize a troop when I get to Kiowa. But now I’m going to fix beds for you. Of course we are all sleepy after such a hard day.”