The only objection is, that we
shall have to sleep on the floor, with the windows all open."
"That's about so, Ben," assented Bradley, laughing. "I shouldn't
mind sleeping in a Christian bed to-night myself. Well, here goes!"
As he spoke, he jumped from the back of his horse, and, taking out a
rope, tethered it to a tree hard by.
Ben followed his example.
"Now for the grub," said Bradley. "I'm powerfully empty myself. This
ridin' all day up and down hill is wearin' to the stomach. What do
you say?"
"I've got a healthy appetite myself, Jake."
"This yere Canon Hotel that you was talkin' about ain't first-class.
It don't supply anything but cold victuals. Now, ef we had a cup of
coffee to wash it down, and kinder warm us up, it would go to the
right spot, eh, Ben?"
"You are right, Jake! but please don't speak of it again. It makes
my mouth water."
"Stay here a few minutes, Ben, and I'll reconnoiter a little.
Perhaps I can find a better place for campin'."
"All right, Jake!"
While Bradley was absent Ben threw himself on the ground, and began
to think. It was the third day of the expedition. Ben enjoyed riding
through this new, unsettled country.
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