"We're in luck, Ben," said his companion. "Who'd have expected a hot
supper out here in this lonely place?"
"I don't much like the looks of our landlady, Jake," said Ben.
"She ain't handsome, I allow, Ben; but if she gives us a good
supper, that don't matter. We must make the most of this, for it's
uncertain when we get another."
"W'on't she give us breakfast in the morning?"
"I didn't think of that. Maybe she will, and that'll be a good start
on our to-morrow's journey."
In about three-quarters of an hour the woman came to the door, and
called the travelers in to supper.
An unpainted wooden table was set in the middle of the floor, on
which was spread a simple but appetizing meal. There was a plate of
meat, which appeared to have been fried; a loaf of bread, and a pot
of coffee; but there was neither milk nor butter. This naturally
detracted from the attractiveness of the bread and coffee, but our
travelers were not disposed to be fastidious.
Ben tasted the meat, and it evidently puzzled him. In taste it
differed from anything he had eaten before.
Bradley smiled at his perplexity.
"Don't you know what it is, Ben?" he asked.
"No.
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