They cooked a large amount of buffalo steak; then, each with his hands full of the savory meat, they began to dance around the fires, droning meantime an atrociously repellant chant.
"They're a 'spectin' to hev a leetle bit o' fun outen us," muttered Oncle Jazon to Beverley, who lay near him.

"I onderstan' what they're up to, dad dast 'em! More'n forty years ago, in Ca'lina, they put me an' Jim Hipes through the ga'ntlet, an' arter thet, in Kaintuck, me an' Si Kenton tuck the run.

Hi, there, Si! where air ye ?" "Shut yer fool mouth," Kenton growled under his breath.

"Ye'll have that Injun a kickin' our lights out of us again." Oncle Jazon winked at the gray sky and puckered his mouth so that it looked like a nutgall on an old, dry leaf.
"What's the diff'ence ?" he demanded.

"I'd jest as soon be kicked now as arter while; it's got to come anyhow." Kenton made no response.