thet a real wild hog is about as dangerous as a wolf or a leetle bear. But it ain't likely thet any wild animals would keep themselves around such a road as this. They would take to the mountains and stay there, so long as they could git enough to eat."
The rest was not half over when Dick grew restless, and arose to take a look at his surroundings.
"I'm bound to see all I can of the country," he said, with a smile. "Will you come, Leander?"
"Certainly," was the answer; and in a moment more the two chums were strolling off.
"Be back inside of fifteen minutes," shouted Robert Menden, and both called back that they understood.
There seemed to be a fine grove of orange trees to the left of the road, and toward this they made their way, wondering if they could pick up any fruit fit to eat.
"It must be fine to have such fruit ready to hand," observed Leander, as they entered the grove. "I reckon the natives don't know the value of what they've got."
"They might say the same of our apples, Leander. I'd rather have apples than oranges—that is, I mean for regular."
"Oh, so would I. Don't they grow apples?"
