Shif'less Sol stretched himself in a new position and grumbled.
"The wust thing about this bed o' mine here," he said to Paul, "is that sooner or later I'll be disturbed in it.

A fellow never kin make people let him alone.

It's the way here, an' it's the way back in the East, too, I reckon.

Now, I'm only occupyin' a place six feet by two, with the land rollin' away thousands o' miles on every side; but it's this very spot, six feet by two, that the Shawnees are a-lookin' fur." Paul laughed at the shiftless one's complaint, and the laugh greatly relieved his tension.

Fortunately his tree was very close to Sol's, and they could carry on a whispered conversation.
"Do you think the Shawnees will really come ?" asked Paul, who was always incredulous when the forest was so silent.
"Come! Of course they will!" replied Shif'less Sol.