So saying, Frank sprang into the wagon and began covering himself up with the bedding that was scattered over the bottom.
In a second more he was concealed, boots and all.
"If we tell him that, we'll be lying," said the woman thoughtfully.
"Well, mebbe it would be stretching things just a little," said the man slowly, "but in a case like this—that's a mighty fine rifle of his'n, Jane, and squirrels are plenty in Kaintuck."
"And this rifle will bring them out of the tallest hickory in the woods," said Frank, sticking his head out from under the quilts for a moment, and then drawing it hastily back again.
The emigrant once more turned his attention to his mules, the woman went on with her preparations for breakfast, and presently the horseman galloped up to the camp and drew rein.
CHAPTER XXVI. EBEN SHOWS HIS COLORS.
"Say, pilgrim, have you seen a boy dressed in store clothes, and carrying a rifle in his hands, pass along the trail this morning?" inquired the horseman.