The great tree-trunks would offer admirable cover for the wilderness fighter.
"It does kinder invite us," said Ross meaningly, "so we'll jest go over thar, Sol, an' set a while longer." A few minutes later they were on the hill, each man lying behind a tree of his own selection.

Shif'less Sol had chosen a particularly large one, and luckily there was some soft turf growing over its roots.

He stretched himself out luxuriously.
"Now, this jest suits an easy-goin' man like me," he said.

"I could lay here all day jest a-dreamin', never disturbin' nobody, an' nobody disturbin' me.

Paul, you and me ain't got no business here.