She'd orten't ter need no more now fur a hundred yeahs." "I don't understand you," said Harry.
"Why, they say thet the Rockassel hez ter hev a man every Spring an' Fall.

The Injuns believed hit, an' hit's bin so ever sence the white folks come inter the country.

Last Spring hit war the turn o' the Fortner kin to gi'n her a man, an' she levied on a fust cousin o' mine--a son o' Aunt Debby Brill.

But less jog on; we've got a good piece fur ter go." It was now night--black and starless, and the dense woods through which they were traveling made the darkness thick and impenetrable.

But no check in Fortner's speed hinted at any ignorance of the course or encountering of obstacles.