Pap was pretty careful not to leave a knife or anything in the cabin when he was away; I reckon I had hunted the place over as much as a hundred times; well, I was most all the time at it, because it was about the only way to put in the time.

But this time I found something at last; I found an old rusty wood-saw without any handle; it was laid in between a rafter and the clapboards of the roof.
I greased it up and went to work.

There was an old horse-blanket nailed against the logs at the far end of the cabin behind the table, to keep the wind from blowing through the chinks and putting the candle out.

I got under the table and raised the blanket, and went to work to saw a section of the big bottom log out--big enough to let me through.

Well, it was a good long job, but I was getting towards the end of it when I heard pap's gun in the woods.