. Iris 1911 . his own? I whispered. We were just about ready to start, and thoughtwed come for our mules and thank you for your hospi-tality, Jim said. We did not expect you to feedthem. Goin fore breakfas ? No, indeed, ye aint. Thereaint no man ever leaves Jack Sawyers place forebreakfas, he said, with what I judged to be the mostevil and cunning grin I had ever seen. Nor after, either, I added, to myself. We insisted that we must go ahead, but he per-sistently refused to hear of it till there was nothing forus to do but to return to the house. The old woman met us halfway, stating that break
. Iris 1911 . his own? I whispered. We were just about ready to start, and thoughtwed come for our mules and thank you for your hospi-tality, Jim said. We did not expect you to feedthem. Goin fore breakfas ? No, indeed, ye aint. Thereaint no man ever leaves Jack Sawyers place forebreakfas, he said, with what I judged to be the mostevil and cunning grin I had ever seen. Nor after, either, I added, to myself. We insisted that we must go ahead, but he per-sistently refused to hear of it till there was nothing forus to do but to return to the house. The old woman met us halfway, stating that break-fast was ready. With sinking heart, we washed justoutside the door and entered the back way. The tablewas graced with two perfectly browned fried family, I am sure, wondered why Jim and I castsheepish looks at each other while complimenting thewoman so on her kindness in giving us spring chickenso early in the season. Yes, put in the old man, I told er youd be hun-gry an shed better kill em
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