Without further incident the little party reached Cardiff. While Roger, with his uncle and cousin turned in at the welcome farmhouse, Johnny Green, with a grunted good night, kept on to his cabin. Roger found his aunt and pretty cousin waiting for him in great anxiety, and very glad indeed were they to see him again, and to learn that he had come to no great harm, though he had been in grave danger. Mrs. Kimball insisted on putting some home-made salve on the cuts and scratches in Roger's back, which were now beginning to smart a little, though they were not deep.
"That stuff'll draw the soreness out," said Mrs. Kimball.
"It feels good, at any rate," said Roger.
"Now I reckon you'll like some supper," went on his aunt, bustling about.
"Supper? Breakfust'd be nearer th' mark," spoke up Mr. Kimball, looking at his big silver watch, which showed two o'clock.
"Anything, as long as it's something to eat," said Roger. "I'm as hungry as a bear."
"Or a wild-cat," laughed Clara, as she set the coffee on to boil.
A few minutes later they all drew up to the table with good appetites, for when the others heard what happened to Roger they had been in no mood for supper earlier in the evening.
The whole story had to be gone over again by Roger, and when he had finished Mr. Kimball packed them all off to bed.