while the others investigated their pocketbooks, to see if they had their tickets. Peanut finally dashed back into the hut, and discovered his in his pack. The tickets were from Fabyans, however, and as they would reach the railroad at Randolph, some miles east, there would be a small extra fare. All the boys had money enough left for the trip, and for breakfast as well.
"I'll shout you all to supper on the train," said Mr. Rogers. "Let's save all our grub for a whacking big farewell luncheon in King's Ravine, and buy breakfast here, eh?"
"You're on," the Scouts replied, and they hastened back into the hut, where the two men joined them. The caretaker finally agreed to give the boys breakfast out of his own stores, though he didn't seem very keen about it. Usually, he only cooks meals for visitors at the hut when they provide the food.
"How do you get the food up here?" Peanut asked him.
"The birds bring it," he said.
"You think you're Joshua, don't you?" Peanut retorted.
"Why?" asked the man, looking puzzled.
"'Cause he was fed by the ravens. Wake up and hear the birdies," Peanut laughed. "Now will you tell me?"
