There's Fitz Fletcher with his 'Speaker' in his hand.

He's going to practise reading in the woods.

Let us hide, and hear the fun." "I'm in for it," said Hiram, "but where will be the best place to hide ?" "Here in this hollow tree.

He'll be very apt to halt here." "All right! Go ahead, I'll follow." They quickly concealed themselves in the tree, unobserved by Fletcher, whose eyes were on his book.
About ten feet from the tree he paused.
"I guess this'll be a good place," he said aloud.

"There's no one to disturb me here.