A warm, mellow light gleamed from its rude window, and Paul's heart throbbed with something of the feeling that one has only toward "home." He opened the door and entered, just in time to hear Shif'less Sol's cry of triumph: "Thar, Jim Hart, ef that don't settle you, I'd like to know what will! Now, who's doin' too much talkin' ?" "I can't see jest how it happened," said Jim Hart ruefully.
"No, an' you never will.

Them things are too deep fur you.

It's only eddicated men, like me an' Paul, that kin see to the bottom o' 'em." "You're even, as it's game and game," said Paul, "so let's rest now.

Henry and Tom ought to be coming pretty soon." "An' they'll be ez hungry ez a hull pack uv wolves," said Jim Hart, "so I guess I'd better be cookin'.

Here, Sol, give me them strips uv deer meat an' buffalo." "I shorely will," said Shif'less Sol.