In the attic of this lone cabin Jake Benton was regularly lulled to sleep by the evening lullabies of the katydids as they sang in the tops of the postoak trees with which the cabin was surrounded.
One August afternoon when Jake returned from his regular roundup of the cattle, he found, seated on a log near the spring, two men.

At the sight of the men Jake's heart leaped into his mouth.

For two months he had not laid his eyes on a human form.

He had heard no human voice save his own.
Needless to say, he was as much pleased as surprised to find companions in his lonely abode.

Jake neared the log where the men sat.