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The hot water was brought and some linen.
"I feel a heap better," Jeff declared presently.
"How about dinner?"
"Bud, if ever I hev a son I hope he'll be jest like you. Say--you're
earning big money--d'ye know it?--and my everlastin' gratitude."
"That's all right. Hadn't I better bring the grub out here? It's nice
and cool under this tree."
Jeff nodded. The bacon and beans were brought out and consumed. Bud,
however, refused to eat. He preferred to wait for his father. Jeff
asked some questions, as he stowed away the bacon and beans.
"Your dad must be an awful nice man," said he.
"He's the best and smartest man in the State," said Bud proudly.
"Is he! And you two are campin' out for yer health--eh? Ye can't fool
me, Bud."
"Oh!"
"I sized you up at once as a city boy."
"You're more than half right."
"I'm all right, Bud. In my business I have to be all right. Bless you,
it don't do to make mistakes in my business."
"And what is your business?"
Jeff beamed. He was certainly a good-looking fellow, and warmed by
food and, comparatively speaking, free from pain, he was worthy of
more than a passing glance.
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