Tom groaned dismally.
“When I get back,” said Dan darkly, “I’ll bet I’ll tell that doctor of mine what I think of his old walking!”
“Here’s some one coming,” whispered Nelson. “Let’s light out.”
“It’s a woman,” said Bob. “Guess it’s the old codger’s wife. Let’s wait.”
She was a stout, kind-faced woman, and her hurried walk from the house had left her somewhat out of breath.
“Boys,” she gasped, “I’m real sorry about this. And I guess you didn’t mean any harm.”
“Harm?” echoed Bob. “No’m, we just wanted some supper and were willing to pay for it. A man down at Locust Park——”
“Yes, I know. That was the trouble. You see, Abner Wade and my husband ain’t been on speaking terms for ten years and more. Abner sold William a horse that wasn’t just what he made it out to be; it died less’n a week afterwards; and William went to law about it, and Abner kept appealing or something, and it ain’t never come to a settlement, and I guess it never will. If you hadn’t mentioned Abner Wade I guess it would have been all right. I’m real sorry.”
“Oh, it’s all right, ma’am,” Bob hastened to assure her. “I dare say we can find something to eat at the hotel in Jericho.”