They were about to start on their way again, when the echoes of a
lively whistle sounded over the lava walls.
"It's Jeb going to the corral to find our horses for this afternoon,"
explained Polly, leaning out over a fragment of lava to see who was
passing by. But Jeb did not pass. He called loudly for his young
mistress. "Miss Pol-lee--Ah got sumthin fer you-all!"
"Come up here, Jeb! We're resting on the Giant Guards!" shouted Polly.
Soon Jeb appeared on the edge of the cliffs and held out a huge paper
bag that had great grease-spots here and there on its sides and bottom.
"Yer Maw hed me bring these dunnits t' you-all, ez Ah come by. She sez
fer you-all t' let me have anudder one, too."
"Oh, they are still warm!" exclaimed Eleanor, as Polly handed her one
from the bag.
"Shore! But that makes 'em tas' better!" declared Jeb, anxiously
watching Polly hand one to Anne next, and one to Barbara, before
remembering him.
"They're horribly greasy things," said Barbara, holding the doughnut
fastidiously with the tip ends of her fingers.
"Mebbe folks'd call 'em by anudder name ef no grease war used t' cook
'em by. Ah likes 'em, howsomeever, grease an' all!" returned Jeb,
grinning with relief as Polly gave him two large ones.
"Um! But they're good!" Eleanor smacked her lips at the first bite.
"I can't eat mine--they look so impossible!" And Barbara raised her
hand and threw her doughnut over the cliff.
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