Mr. Bickford no longer felt like joking, and Joe at every step looked anxiously around him, in the hope of espying relief.
On a sudden, Mr. Bickford rose in his stirrups and exclaimed in a tone of excitement:
“I see a cabin!”
“Where?”
“Yonder,” said the Yankee, pointing to a one-story shanty, perhaps a quarter of a mile away.
“Is it inhabited, I wonder?”
“I don’t know. Let us go and see.”
The two spurred their horses, and at length reached the rude building which had inspired them with hope. The door was open, but no one was visible.
Joshua was off his horse in a twinkling and peered in.
“Hooray!” he shouted in rejoicing accents. “Breakfast’s ready.”