CHAPTER XXVII
TWO TRAGIC STORIES
They rode on for about an hour and a half. Joshua’s steed, placated by his good supper, behaved very well. Their ride was still through the cañon. Presently it became too dark for them to proceed.
“Ain’t we gone about fur enough for to-night?” asked Joshua.
“Perhaps we have,” answered Joe.
“Here’s a good place to camp,” suggested the man from Pike County, pointing to a small grove of trees to the right.
“Very well; let us dismount,” said Joe. “I think we can pass the night comfortably.”
They dismounted, and tied their beasts together under one of the trees. They then threw themselves down on a patch of greensward near-by.
“I’m gettin’ hungry,” said Joshua. “Ain’t you, Joe?”
“Yes, Mr. Bickford. We may as well take supper.”
Mr. Bickford produced a supper of cold, meat and bread, and placed it between Joe and himself.