Yes, Bobaday admitted; the landlord was as Dutch as sour-krout.
Zene observed that all the queer folks wasn't Dutch. He shook his
head and looked so steadily at a black stump that Robert knew his
eyes were fixedly cast on the horizon. The boy speculated on the
possibility of people with crooked eyes seeing anything clearly. But
Zene's hints were a stimulant to curiosity.
"Where did _you_ stay last night?" inquired Robert, bracing
himself for pleasant revelations.
"Oh, I thought at first I'd put up in the wagon." replied Zene.
"But you didn't?"
"No: not _intirely_."
"What _did_ you do?" pressed Robert Day.
"Well, I thought I'd better git nigh some house, on account of
givin' me a chance to see if you folks come by. I thought you'd
inquire at all the houses."
"Did you stop at one?"
[Illustration: ZENE EXCITES BOBADAY'S CURIOSITY.]
"I took the team out _by_ a house. It was plum dark then."
"I'd gone in to see what kind of folks they were first," remarked
Bobaday.
"Yes, sir; that's what I'd orto done. But I leads them round to
their feed-box after I watered 'em to a spring o' runnin' water. Then
I doesn't know but the woman o' the house will give me a supper if I
pays for it.
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