his cap, and resting his rifle in a corner, while Dick
rose and placed a chair for him.
"The same to you, Master Blunt," answered the widow;
"you've jist comed in good time for a cut o' venison."
"Thanks, mistress; I s'pose we're beholden to the
silver rifle for that."
"To the hand that aimed it, rather," suggested the
widow.
"Nay, then, say raither to the dog that turned it,"
said Dick Varley. "But for Crusoe, that buck would