CHAPTER XXVII.
ANDY MEETS HIS PREDECESSOR.
It was a bright, pleasant morning when Andy left Seneca for the town of Cato, where his great-uncle lived. He had arrived in Seneca the evening previous, and passed the night at the village inn, where he had obtained two meals and lodging for seventy-five cents.
“Where be you going?” asked the landlord—a stout and good-natured looking man.
“I guess I’ll travel a little further,” said Andy, smiling.
For obvious reasons he did not like to say he was going to Cato, as the inquisitive landlord would undoubtedly ask him why.
“Ain’t you got no folks?”
“I have no wife and family,” said Andy, laughing.
“Sho, that isn’t what I mean! Isn’t your father or mother living?”
“Yes; I have a mother.”