"Nor do I, but I propose to find out. Is there such a thing as a
lantern here, Mr. Grubb?"
He shook his head. "Better leave off everything else till we get some
food. There's the coffee pot on the steps outside, where I put it, but
the cream is all gone. We'll have to drink our coffee black."
"Yeth, and thtay awake all night," averred Tommy. "But we don't care.
We are used to thtaying awake all night, aren't we, Jane?"
"Yes, darlin', we are," agreed Jane brightly. "But I'm wishing I might
lay violent hands on the rogue who took our belongings. Where is that
Mr. Sheriff for whom you sent to come and catch our friend of the green
goggles and the black whiskers, Mr. Grubb?"
"He'll be along in good time," replied the guide, stroking his own
whiskers while regarding with squinting eyes the progress of the supper
under the deft fingers of the Meadow-Brook Girls. "Here! Let me do
that. I reckon I can be finishing the supper while you young ladies
get ready. There's a barrel of rain water just back of the hut where
you can wash. You look as though you needed it--no offense intended.
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