The examination provoked the same original remark in regard to the child.

In fact, he seemed to enjoy repeating it.

"He rastled with my finger," he remarked to Tipton, holding up the member, "the damned little cuss!" It was four o'clock before the camp sought repose.

A light burnt in the cabin where the watchers sat, for Stumpy did not go to bed that night.
Nor did Kentuck.

He drank quite freely, and related with great gusto his experience, invariably ending with his characteristic condemnation of the newcomer.