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Rough the mind of Macgreggor, but he merely said: "We are nearly at our
journey's end now. By to-morrow we will be in Chattanooga." "Sit down
and make yourselves comfortable," snarled Hare, with the air of an
unwilling host. The visitors took the chairs which Mrs. Hare had placed
for them at the supper-table. They were joined by husband and wife, and
the negro "aunty" was soon serving a delicious meal of corn bread, Irish
stew, and other good things. They all ate with a will, including Waggie,
who was given a private lot of bones by the fireside. When the supper
was over the farmer arose abruptly. "I s'pose you fellows have had a
pretty long tramp, and want to go to bed," he said. "We keep good hours
in this house, anyway, and turn in early at night--so that we may turn
out early in the morning." "Give them a chance to dry themselves before
the fire," urged Mrs. Hare. "Let 'em dry themselves in bed," muttered
the farmer. Whereupon he lighted a candle, and turned towards the door
leading to the second story. He was evidently in a great hurry to get
his guests up-stairs. Watson, Macgreggor and George looked at one
another, as if trying to fathom the cause of their peculiar reception at
the hands of Farmer Hare. But each one silently decided that their only
cue was to be as polite as possible, and refrain from any altercation
with their host. "After all," thought Watson, "if we can spend the nig