Mr. Melton, who made one
of the little group, listened in an interested fashion, and seemed little
disposed to interrupt the draught of "memories' mellow vine."
After a while they ceased talking, and a short silence ensued, which was
abruptly broken by Bert.
"Look here, fellows," he exclaimed, "here we are monopolizing the
conversation, when we might be listening to some really interesting story
from Mr. Melton. I vote we petition the boss of this outfit to spin us a
yarn."
"Second the motion," shouted Tom and Dick, and the vote was carried.
"You fellows seem to think I have a story on tap all the time," he said
with an indulgent smile, "but the fact is I've told you about all the
exciting things that ever happened to me, or that I ever heard of. My
memory is squeezed as dry as a lemon."
"Just the same, I'll bet if you think real hard you can think of
something worth telling," said Bert; "try to, anyway, won't you?"
At first their host made no reply to this entreaty, but gazed
ruminatively off into space. At last he spoke.
"I suppose you boys think," he said, "that this country is pretty wild
and uncivilized.
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