“Sit down, George.  I’m going to make you a pot of coffee such as you never tasted in all your life,” said Will at this juncture.

The negro turned his eyes upon him gratefully.  He might be a ne’er-do-well, and a genuine nuisance around the town on the river where he had grown up, but to the generous-hearted lads from the North he was only a poor hungry human being, and fortune had been very good to them.

“And I’ll cook him some bacon.  I bet it’s been a long time since he put a bit between his teeth,” declared Bluff, wishing to be in the game.

“Good for you, boys!  I think, myself, that this old fellow may have been more sinned against than sinning; though perhaps he’s wise in wanting to make a change of base since they’re all down on him around here.  We ought to show our thanks for the many favors that have been showered on us, and the best way to do it is to help some less fortunate fellow.”

“Talk to me about your Good Samaritan!  We’ve got several of ’em right here in this camp, and as I don’t want to be left out in the cold, I’m going to make George here a present of that shirt I took such a dislike to.  He won’t mind the objectionable color, I reckon,” spoke up Jerry.

The black man sat there, grinning from ear to ear.  He could hardly believe his hearing.  These campers, whom he had at first feared were there to drag him back to town, so that he might afford sport for the young hotbloods, had turned out to be the only friends he had known for many a day.

He tried to express his gratitude, but, of course, stumbled so that they told him they were ready to take it all for granted.

When the meal was ready he ate until he could contain no more.  Jerry watched him with a queer expression on his face, and for once he realized how near starvation a human being may get at times.

At the same time, George was a bit uneasy.  He kept looking around, as though he feared lest others might appear who would not be so kindly disposed toward him.  Hence, after he had finished his supper, he showed a disposition to depart, telling them that he had a shack in the swamp.

Frank did not attempt to hinder him, for he saw that the man could not wholly get over his suspicion that there might be some trick back of this generous hospitality.  George had evidently been educated in the belief that no one ever assisted a black man unless he had an ax to grind.

Before he went they gave him some bacon and a little can of ground coffee.  As Cousin Archie had supplied much more than they could ever use on the trip, all of them thought they could easily afford to be a bit generous, since the occasion had come to their very door, as it were.

When George had faded away in the shadows the boys resumed the tasks his coming had interrupted.  Naturally enough, their conversation was in connection with the great questions which the South had had to struggle with since the emancipation proclamation had freed so many million blacks and placed them on their own responsibility.