Fetch our
guest some breakfast."

"But as Mr. Jenks has invited me, Captain, and I am in his employ----" I
protested. He cut me short.

"I have said that nobody, man, woman or child, or dog, goes hungry from
the Adams wagon. The flesh must be fed as well as the soul."

There were two women in view, busied with domestic cares. I had sensed
their eyes cast now and then in my direction. One was elderly, as far as
might be judged by her somewhat slatternly figure draped in a draggled
snuff-colored, straight-flowing gown, and by the merest glimpse of her
features within her faded sunbonnet. The other promptly moved aside from
where she was bending over a wash-board, ladled food from a kettle to a
platter, poured a tin cupful of coffee from the pot simmering by the fire,
and bore them to me; her eyes down, shyly handed them.

I thanked her but was not presented. To the Captain's "That will do,
Rachael," she turned dutifully away; not so soon, however, but that I had
seen a fresh young face within the bonnet confines--a round rosy face
according well with the buxom curves of her as she again bent over her
wash-board.

"Our fare is that of the tents of Abraham, stranger," spoke the Captain,
who had resumed his whittling. "Such as it is, you are welcome to. We are
a plain people who walk in the way of the Lord, for that is commanded."

His sonorous tones were delivered rather through the nose, but did not
fail of hospitality.

"I ask nothing better, sir," I answered. "And if I did, my appetite would
make up for all deficiencies."

"A healthy appetite is a good token," he affirmed. "Show me a well man who
picks at his victuals and I will show you a candidate for the devil. His
thoughts will like to be as idle as his knife."

The mess of pork and beans and the black unsweetened coffee evidently were
what I needed, for I began to mend wonderfully ere I was half through the
course. He had not invited me to further conversation--only, when I had
drained the cup he called again: "Rachael! More coffee," whereupon the
same young woman advanced, without glancing at me, received my cup, and
returned it steaming.

"You are from the East, stranger?" he now inquired.

"Yes, sir. I arrived in Benton only yesterday."

"A Sodom," he growled harshly. "A tented sepulcher. And it will perish. I
tell you, you do well to leave it, you do well to yoke yourself with the
appointed of this earth, rather than stay in that sink-pit of the
e