Zene observed mysteriously, that there were some queer folks in this section.
Yes, Bobaday admitted; the landlord was as Dutch as sour-krout.
Zene observed that all the queer folks wasn't Dutch. He shook his head and looked so steadily at a black stump that Robert knew his eyes were fixedly cast on the horizon. The boy speculated on the possibility of people with crooked eyes seeing anything clearly. But Zene's hints were a stimulant to curiosity.
“Where did you stay last night?” inquired Robert, bracing himself for pleasant revelations.
“Oh, I thought at first I'd put up in the wagon.” replied Zene.
“But you didn't?”
“No: not intirely.”
“What did you do?” pressed Robert Day.
“Well, I thought I'd better git nigh some house, on account of givin' me a chance to see if you folks come by. I thought you'd inquire at all the houses.”
“Did you stop at one?”