Part 12 (1/2)
The Rifleman at first was disposed to resent this insult, but, on second thought, he set the man down as a fool, and one unworthy of notice. There is no disguising the fact that his action had given the hunter an unpleasant suspicion, which, however, was dissipated by the perfect coolness with which he met his inquiry.
”I guess yer ain't used to cookin', be you?” he asked, perfectly unabashed by the frigid manner of the hunter.
”I've done considerable, sir, in the last few years.”
”Don't say so. Shouldn't have thought it, from the way that thing looks.”
”What is the matter with this cooking, I should like to know; eh?”
”Oh, nothin', as I knows on. The gal appears to like it well enough.”
”Indeed I do,” said Edith, unable to restrain a laugh at the manner of their new companion, who, seeing it, rolled his head back and gave an answering ”horse-laugh” that could have been heard a half-mile distant.
”Don't let me hear that agin,” said the Rifleman, rising to his feet.
”Why don't you want to hear it?” asked Zeke, in blank astonishment.
”It's no wonder the flat-boat left you, if you were in the habit of making such noises as that. It's enough to wake every sleeping Injin in these woods.”
”It'll scare 'em, I guess, won't it?”
”I should think it would, so don't try it agin.”
”Done eatin'?”
”Yes, of course.”
”Thought it was about time.”
”We will not reach home to-night,” said the Rifleman, speaking to Edith. ”I'm sorry, for they'll be worried about us.”
”I am sorry, too, for I dislike to remain in the woods so long.”
”This fellow will be of little use to us, as he doesn't appear to know any thing. I can't understand how he has come this far. He's been lucky, I s'pose, but whether we're going to be, with him along, is more than I can tell.”
”Of course you won't turn him off. It would be cruel,” said Edith, sincerely commiserating the helpless situation of the young man.
”As long as he behaves himself, and it doesn't make it any more dangerous for you, he can stay with us; but he mustn't open that big mouth of his as wide as he did just now.”
”h.e.l.lo! how long afore you're goin' to start?” called out Zeke, as our two friends stood talking together.
”Follow behind us, and make no noise, if you want to save your top-knot.”
”Hope there ain't no danger of that happening, after I've come as far as this all right.”
The three moved forward once again, the movements of the Rifleman characterized by his usual caution, while Zeke Hunt straddled along at a most awkward gait, kicking up the leaves, and breaking and bending the undergrowth in such a manner as to make the care of the hunter entirely useless. In this manner they traveled until nightfall, when they reached the banks of a small brook, beside which it was decided to encamp for the night. During the latter part of the day it had been steadily growing colder, so that, after some deliberation, Dernor concluded to start a fire.
”You don't s'pose the Injins will see it, do you?” asked Hunt.
”I'm sure I can't tell. Why do you ask?”