"Thar is one thing, ef it is only one, that you kin do well, Jim Hart, an' it's cook." The two, in the most friendly fashion, went about preparing the supper.
They had many kinds of game to choose from, and once Ross had brought a bag of ground corn, perhaps taken by stealth from an Indian village, and now and then Jim made from it a kind of bread.

He was to bake some to-night, in honor of the returning two, and soon the place was filled with pleasant odors.
Twilight was deepening, the supper was almost ready, and Paul went forth to see if Henry and Tom were yet in sight.

Presently he saw them coming--two black figures against the setting sun, with the body of a deer that they had killed and dressed.

He hastened to meet them and give them a helping hand, and together they approached the house.
First they swung the body of the deer from a bough, and then they opened the door.

Deep silence reigned within.