It's a plumb waste on his part, because they know it theirselves, but he must jest let 'em know what a smart bird he is.

An' it's that pride uv his that will be his ruin.

Git up, Paul; we must have him an' one uv his hens to eat." "Where do you think they are ?" asked Paul.
"In the hick'ry grove.

I guess they lighted thar fur the night, when flyin' 'cross the lake." The two hurried on their clothes, took their rifles, and stole out.

A faint tinge of light was just showing under the horizon in the east, but the air was not yet gray.