"Providence has been kind to me in the past, but it's clear she didn't have me in mind when they cut this hole." "Well, Price, I guess all we can do is to go back to town and see if I can get into my cabin--I've got an old saw there.

If I can find it, I can come again to-morrow night and cut away one of the logs, or the cleats of the door." "In Heaven's name, do that to-night, Solomon!" implored the judge.

"Why procrastinate ?" "Price, there's a pack of dogs in this neighborhood, and we must have a full night to move in, or they'll pull us down before we've gone ten miles!" The judge groaned.
"You're right, Solomon; I'd forgotten the dogs," and he groaned again.
Mahaffy closed and fastened the shutter, then he and Hannibal stole across the clearing and entered the woods.

The judge flung off his clothes and went to bed, determined to sleep away as many hours as possible.

He was only aroused by the arrival of his breakfast, which the sheriff brought about eight o'clock.
"Well, if I was in your boots I couldn't sleep like you!" remarked that official admiringly.