Presently a little cloud of smoke rose, and a moment afterwards, the cotton was fairly afire.

It was not difficult now to get the light-wood and dry sticks to blazing, and a good fire was soon secured.
"Now boys," said Sam, "I'll go back to the drift-pile and keep a look-out.

If you hear the kildee call, run in as quickly as you can.
When you get the corn and mussels on, and covered up, come back at once." No Indians showing themselves anywhere in the neighborhood, the boys got their dinner on or rather _in_ the fire, and then returned to the root cavern to await the completion of the cooking process.

When they were all safely stowed away in their places, Tom gave voice to the curiosity with which he was almost bursting.
"Sam," he said, "how did you do that ?" "How did I do what, Tom ?" "How did you make the sun set the cotton on fire ?" "I don't know whether I can make you understand it or not," said Sam, "but I'll try.

You know light always goes in straight lines, if left to itself, don't you ?" "No, I didn't know that! "Yes you did, only you never thought of it.