Them fellers Alexander an' Hannibal that Paul talks about couldn't hev been knee high to Henry.

Besides, ef them old Greeks an' Romans hed hed to fight Wyandots an' Shawnees an' Iroquois ez we've done, whar'd they hev been ?" Tom Ross uttered a contemptuous little sniff, and on the edge of that sniff Alexander and Hannibal were wafted into oblivion.

Then he went outside and walked about the islet, appreciating for the tenth time what a wonderful little refuge it was.

He was about to return to the hut when he saw a dozen dark blots along the high bough of a tree.

He knew them.
They were welcome blots.