"The very best.

Here, boy, set in here." He opened a door which led into a side room where the remains of breakfast were disclosed upon the table.

"Bacon and eggs, my boy, eggs! mind you, and Hudson's Bay biscuit and black strap.

How's that ?" The boy, still lost in wonder, fell to with a great access of good cheer, and made a hearty meal, while outside he could hear Jack French's clear, cheery, commanding voice directing the packing of his buckboard.
The packing of the buckboard was a business calling for some skill.
In the box seat were stowed away groceries and small parcels for the ranch and for settlers along the trail.

Upon the boards behind the seat were loaded and roped securely, sides of pork, a sack of flour, and various articles for domestic use.