"Don't never keep no fire a-goin' a'ter I'm dried out," he whispered, as he stepped back into the dark cave, "'cause ye never kin tell." The boy was asleep on the bed of boughs.

Mr.Binkus covered him with the blanket and lay down beside him and drew his coat over both.
"He'll learn that it ain't no fun to be a scout," he whispered with a yawn and in a moment was snoring.
It was black dark when he roused his companion.

Solomon had been up for ten minutes and had got their rations of bread and dried venison out of his pack and brought a canteen of fresh water.
"The night has been dark.

A piece o' charcoal would 'a' made a white mark on it," said Solomon.
"How do you know it's morning ?" the boy asked as he rose, yawning.
"Don't ye hear that leetle bird up in the tree-top ?" Solomon answered in a whisper.

"He says it's mornin' jest as plain as a clock in a steeple an' that it's goin' to be cl'ar.