So I
tuk dat watch. I meant to git it back some day."
"No doubt," said Snap, sarcastically. "Give me the ticket," he
added, and stowed the pawnbroker's receipt carefully away in his
own clothes.
After that Jeff Thompson confessed that he had visited both the
camp of the young hunters and that of Ham Spink's crowd and taken
such things as struck his fancy. He was a shiftless mortal and
half intoxicated and did not care much what became of himself.
The boys were too cold and hungry to listen, just then, to his
story in detail, and threatening to shoot him if he dared to move,
they piled some more wood on the fire, rummaged around through
the stores Thompson had collected and prepared themselves a hot
and welcome meal. The negro watched them for awhile and then
turned over and pretended to go to sleep again.
"Maybe he is playing 'possum," whispered Shep.
"We'll keep our eyes on him," answered Snap. The boys were glad
enough to crouch close to the fire and get dry and warm. They
piled on as much wood as possible, and drank a large quantity
of hot coffee, to keep from taking cold.
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