I believe I will do the worst part of it while she sleeps." He went to the cabin, crept very close to one of her windows and listened intently.

Surely no mortal awake could lie motionless so long.
She must be sleeping.

He patted Belshazzar, whispered, "Watch, boy, watch for your life!" and then crossed to the dry-house.

Beside it he found a big roll of coffee sacks that he used in collecting roots, and going to the barn, he took a spade and mattock.

Then he climbed the hill to the oak; in the white moonlight laid off his measurements and began work.