Jack was up with the sun. He and Willie were starting to prepare breakfast, when they heard the crunch of gravel. Looking around, they saw Mr. Walz approaching the camp.
“Trouble,” Willie muttered.
However, he was wrong. The motel owner seemed to be in a most pleasant mood. In fact, he carried a covered dish.
“Good morning, boys,” he greeted them. “My wife sent over these hot biscuits. We thought you’d like a taste of home cooking for a change.”
Willie opened his jaws to let fall a stinging comment. Then he closed his lips firmly and kept his thoughts to himself.
“Thanks,” Jack said. “Biscuits will go fine with our bacon and eggs.”
“My wife sent some jam, too. Nothing like a good breakfast before you hit the road.”
Jack and Willie exchanged a quick glance. They figured they knew the reason behind the motel owner’s unexpected generosity. He was eager to speed them on their way!
“Is your leader anywhere around?” Walz inquired, after he had set the pan down on a stump near the camp fire.
Just then Mr. Livingston came out of the tent carrying his shaving equipment.