You needn't trouble yerself about yer sister.
She's home long ago.

It must have been bright daylight when she wrote on that paper, and she could keep the road easy enough." Harry said nothing, but sat down on the other end of the log.

Tony did not seem to notice his vexation, but talked to him, explaining the mysteries of turkey-hunting and the delight of spending a night in the woods, where everything was so cool and dry and still.

"There's no nonsense here," said Tony.

"Ef there's any place where a feller kin have peace and comfert, it's in the woods, at night." By degrees Harry became interested and forgot his annoyance.