It was eleven o'clock before we found the wagon. We could
hear Jack snoring inside, and were surprised to find Snoozer on
guard outside, wide awake. He seemed to feel his responsibility,
and at first was not inclined to let us approach.
We unharnessed the horses, and Ollie crawled under the fence
around one of the stacks of hay and pulled out a big armful for
them.
"The poor things shall have all the hay they want, anyhow,"
he said.
"I'm afraid they'll think it's pretty dry," I returned, "but
I don't see what we can do."
Then I called to Jack, and said: "Come, get up and get us
some supper!"
After a good deal of growling he called back: "I'm not
hungry."
"But we are, and you're well enough to make some cakes."
"Won't do it," answered Jack. "You folks can make 'em as
well as I can."
"I can't. Can you?" I said to Ollie. He shook his head.
"You're not very sick or you wouldn't be so cross," I called
to Jack: "Roll out and get supper, or I'll pull you out!"
"First follow comes in this wagon gets the head knocked off
'm!" cried Jack.
Pages:
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103