"
"You're the wise boy," Arnold agreed. "I mistrust him."
During this time the three travelers had been making good progress. At
length they came out into a small clearing in the center of which stood
a log cabin surrounded by every evidence of shiftlessness and neglect. A
gunnysack did duty as a window and curtain also. The chimney at the end
of the building was of sticks and clay while the roof was of "rived"
shingles.
At the approach of Lopez and the boys a large negro stepped out to meet
them. His face was black as ebony while his teeth were pearly white. His
grin was expansive.
"'Deed Boss, I'se powerful glad to see you," he began.
"Shut up," commanded Lopez. "Take this sheep and get some supper on the
way just as quick as you can and not a word out of your head. I want you
to get supper and I'll do the talkin'. Hear?"
"Yaas, sir, Boss. I done hear you. I sure can get supper."
"Now, boys," stated Lopez with a large, hospitable manner that was
intended to be ingratiating, "help your se'fs to whatever you find.
Doright, here, will soon have things goin' for supper. Let's set out on
the gallery while he's fixin' up things."
Accepting the invitation the boys disposed themselves upon the
"gallery," as the veranda is called in that country. They noticed that
Lopez continued to hold his rifle. Only glances could be exchanged,
however, for Lopez seemed to be watching them.
In a short time the negro announced supper and all went inside.
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