What kind of people were they and where did they belong among the classes he knew?
He failed to decide, because he never had known others similar to them; but how he loved them! In the world where he was going soon, were the majority like them, or were they of the hypocrite and bun-throwing classes?
He had forgotten the excitement of the morning and the passing of time when distant voices aroused him, and he gently lifted his head.

Nearer and nearer they came, and as the heavy wagons rumbled down the east trail he could hear them plainly.

The gang were shouting themselves hoarse for the Limberlost guard.

Freckles did not feel that he deserved it.

He would have given much to be able to go to the men and explain, but to McLean only could he tell his story.
At the sight of Freckles the men threw up their hats and cheered.