"An' I reckon you'll like that turkey." There was a clean tarpaulin upon which were spread steaming, fragrant pans--roast turkey, hot biscuits and gravy, mashed potatoes as white as if prepared at home, stewed dried apples, and butter and coffee.

This bounteous repast surprised and delighted the girls; when they had once tasted the roast wild turkey, then Milt Dale had occasion to blush at their encomiums.
"I hope--Uncle Al--doesn't come for a month," declared Bo, as she tried to get her breath.

There was a brown spot on her nose and one on each cheek, suspiciously close to her mouth.
Dale laughed.

It was pleasant to hear him, for his laugh seemed unused and deep, as if it came from tranquil depths.
"Won't you eat with us ?" asked Helen.
"Reckon I will," he said, "it'll save time, an' hot grub tastes better." Quite an interval of silence ensued, which presently was broken by Dale.
"Here comes Tom." Helen observed with a thrill that the cougar was magnificent, seen erect on all-fours, approaching with slow, sinuous grace.

His color was tawny, with spots of whitish gray.