He had a remarkable capacity for dismissing trouble or apprehension, and just then he was enjoying great physical and mental peace.

He looked through half closed eyes at his comrades, who also were enjoying repose, and his fancy could reproduce Long Jim in the forest, slipping from tree to tree and bush to bush, and finding no menace.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Henry ?" said the shiftless one.

"I like a clean, bold country like this.

No more plowin' around in swamps for me." "Yes," said Henry sleepily, "it's a good country." The hour slipped smoothly by, and Paul said: "Time for Long Jim to be back." "Jim don't do things by halves," said the shiftless one.

"Guess he's beatin' up every squar' inch o' the bushes.