They put his own horse in one of the stalls, and gave him corn and hay.

Then they walked back to the house, and entered a large room, where a stalwart woman of middle age had just finished cooking supper.
"Whew, but the night's goin' to be cold," said Leffingwell, as he shut the door behind them, and cut off an icy blast.

"It'll make the fire an' supper all the better.

We're just plain mountain people, but you're welcome to the best we have.

Ma, this is Mr.Mason, who has been on lan' business in the mountains, an' is back on his way to his home at Pendleton." Leffingwell's wife, a powerful woman, as large as her husband, and with a pleasant face, gave Dick a large hand and a friendly grasp.
"It's a good night to be indoors," she said.