"GIT up! What you 'bout ?" I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I was.

It was after sun-up, and I had been sound asleep.

Pap was standing over me looking sour and sick, too.

He says: "What you doin' with this gun ?" I judged he didn't know nothing about what he had been doing, so I says: "Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him." "Why didn't you roust me out ?" "Well, I tried to, but I couldn't; I couldn't budge you." "Well, all right.

Don't stand there palavering all day, but out with you and see if there's a fish on the lines for breakfast.