- peradoes and subsequent experiences, to which
she listened with an indifference incomprehensible to him.
"Ya, like Comanche," she said, busying herself with preparations for his supper.
Oh, how good the coffee and fried chicken smelled! Jack could hardly wait for it to be ready, and when at last Mrs. Kurtz drew a rush-bottomed chair before the table as a signal that supper was ready, he went at the food in a manner which brought an expression of tenderness into even the stolid face of Mrs. Kurtz. Never in his life had he so enjoyed a meal, and his look of satisfaction attested the gratitude he felt.
This family, father, mother and daughter, were ranchers and descendants of the colony of Germans sent over by Bismarck to found Fredericksburgh. Mr. Kurtz now counted his sleek cattle by the thousand.
Jack mentioned his letter to Mr. Nelson of Squaw Creek, and his wish to go there on the morrow.
"George Nelson is a friend of mine. His
