The newcomer glanced toward the door of the cabin, at which the woman now made her appearance.
"Givin' you some supper, eh? I hope she's saved some for me."
"Yes, Jack," said his wife, in a conciliatory tone; "there's plenty for you. These strangers offered to pay well for supper and lodging, and I thought you wouldn't object. I gave them the supper, but I wouldn't say anything about the lodging until you came."
"Well, stir round, old gal, and get me something to eat, for I'm dead hungry."
"Supper is ready now, Jack."
The man entered his cabin, and the next twenty minutes were consumed in repairing the ravages of hunger.
"How do you like his looks, Jake?" asked Ben, in a low voice.
"He's just the sort of man I'd expect to find in a State prison," answered Bradley. "That man's a rascal, if looks mean anything."
"I'll tell you what he reminds me of, Jake. Did you ever read 'Oliver Twist'?"
"All of a Twist? That's a queer name. What is it?"