"Let me introduce my
chum and myself before you handle that snake. Shake hands with Harry
Harvey and my name is Arnold Poysor. We're from Chicago down here on a
pleasure trip in a motor boat."
"Glad to meet you," replied the fellow. "My name's Lopez. They call me
Pete when I'm to home. How'd youall like to come over to my house for
supper? I live just a piece from here."
"Thank you, but we'd better be getting back," replied Harry. "Our
friends will be expecting us shortly, and it's quite a ways back to the
shipyard where our boat is on the ways for repairs."
"Only a little ways," asserted Lopez. "I know a short cut through a
bayou that'll take you there in less than half an hour. Youall better
stay. I'm goin' to have mutton for supper, and my nigger shore knows how
to cook mutton. He's a fine cook."
While Lopez urged the boys to stay, he was busy with the carcass of the
dead snake and soon had the skin deftly removed. His entreaties for the
boys to visit his home were insistent. The boys felt that they owed him
such a large debt that they could not decline, although they preferred
to proceed in the opposite direction. At length they yielded to the
urgent invitation. Lopez started away at a good gait through the forest,
closely followed by his new guests, who found some difficulty in keeping
pace with him.
"I'm gwine to have mutton for supper," explained Lopez, "and I want to
get down to my sheep as they are passin' through a little draw back here
a piece.
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