Simpson had three squirrels in his hand.
"We are waiting for you," he said, as Frank and Archie came up; "it's about time to start for the boat." "I'm hungry," said Frank; "why can't we go down to that house and hire some one to cook our squirrels for us ?" "That's a good idea," said Woods; "come along;" and he sprang off the fence, and led the way toward the house spoken of by Frank, which stood about a quarter of a mile down the road, toward the river.
As they opened the gate that led into the yard, they noticed that a man, who sat on the porch in front of the house, regarded them with a savage scowl on his face.
"How cross that man looks!" said Archie, who, with his cousin, was a little in advance of the others; "maybe he's a reb." "How do you do, sir ?" inquired Frank, as he approached the place where the man was sitting.
"What do yees want here ?" he growled, in reply.
"We came here to see if we couldn't hire some one to cook a good dinner for us," answered Frank.
"No, ye can't," answered the man, gruffly; "get out o' here.

I never did nothin' for a Yank, an' I never will.

I'd like to see yer all drove from the country.

Get out o' here, I tell yer," he shouted, seeing that the sailors did not move, "or I'll let my dogs loose on yer!" "Why, I really believe he is a reb," said Archie; "he's the first one I ever saw.

He looks just like any body else, don't he, boys ?" "If yees don't travel mighty sudden, I'll make a scatterin' among yer," said the man, between his clenched teeth; "I'll be dog-gone if I don't shoot some o' yer;" and he reached for a long double-barrel shot-gun that stood behind his chair.
"Avast, there, you old landlubber," exclaimed Simpson; "just drop that shootin' iron, will you.