“I’ve got nothin’ to do with that. Ef you’ve made a bargain with Sal it’s all right.”
“We have made a bargain with Mrs. Peters, and she has given us a good supper.”
“I hope there’s something left for us,” growled Peters, “or there’ll be a row.”
The two sons carried between them an antelope, so it looked as if they would not lack for supper.
The three men filed into the cabin, and their wants were provided for without trenching upon the antelope they had brought with them. An hour later they came out, and settled down near the two guests.
“Where do you come from?” demanded Peters with rude curiosity.
“From England, to start with,” answered Noel.
“So you’re a Britisher?”
“If you choose to call me so. I never heard the word till I came across the water.”
“I don’t think much of Britishers.”