"
"This ain't a hotel," said the woman, but less roughly.
"Of course not," said Bradley, in a conciliatory manner; "but I
guess you won't object to get us some supper and give us a bed.
We'll pay for all the trouble we make. That's fair, ain't it?"
"I don't know what my husband will say," returned the woman, in an
undecided manner.
"Won't you ask him, ma'am?"
"He's gone out just now. He won't be back for an hour."
"While you're waitin' for him, can't you get us some supper? Then
you can send us off if he ain't willin' to keep us."
"I'll do that," said the woman. "You'd better stay outside till I
get supper ready. There ain't much room here, and you'll be in the
way."
"Jest as you say, ma'am. I s'pose it would be too much to ask if you
kin give us a hot cup of coffee. We haven't tasted any since we left
'Frisco."
"I can give you coffee," answered the woman. "My husband likes it,
and we always keep it on hand."
"Good!" said Bradley, his face lighting up with satisfaction. "We've
rid far to-day, and a cup of coffee will go to the right spot."
Bradley and Ben threw themselves on the ground near-by, and awaited
with complacence the call to supper.
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