Ten minutes later he carried the saddle in, threw it
on the floor, folded the saddle blanket and placed it on the sofa,
closed the outside door, opened the window, snuffed out the candle,
stretched himself out on the sofa and went to sleep.
CHAPTER V
THE FIRST LESSON
Shortly after daybreak the following morning Calumet turned over on his
back, stretched lazily and opened his eyes. When a recollection of the
events of the previous night forced themselves into his consciousness
he scowled and sat erect, listening. From beyond the closed
dining-room door came sundry sounds which told him that the Claytons
were already astir. He heard the rattle of dishes, and the appetizing
aroma of fried bacon filtered through the crevices in the battered door
and assailed his nostrils.
He scowled again as he rose and stood looking down at his saddle. When
beginning his homeward journey he had supplied himself with soda
biscuit and jerked beef, but he had consumed the last of his food at
noon the day before and the scent of the frying bacon aroused him to
the realization that he was ravenously hungry. As he meditated upon
the situation the scowl on his face changed to an appreciative grin.
Now that he had decided to stay here he did not purpose to go hungry
when there was food around.
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