The stranger shrugged his shoulders and resumed his eating.
"Ahem!" said Hippy by way of clearing his throat. "It is a fine, large evening. Do you ordinarily have such large evenings in the Kentucky mountains?"
"Off an' on, Mister. Wall, Ah reckon Ah'm full clear to the gullet. Who be ye-all?"
"We call ourselves the Overland Riders. May I ask who you are?" questioned Hippy.
"Ah'm the game constable of this 'ere county. Where's the bear?"
"Some—some of it is—is inside of you," gasped Emma Dean a little hysterically.
CHAPTER XVI
A JOKE ON THE OVERLANDERS
"Help!" murmured Elfreda Briggs.