We heard no more of the voices.

Uncle Eb had brought an armful of wood, and some water in the teapot, while I was sleeping.

As soon as the rain had passed he stood listening awhile and shortly opened his knife and made a little clearing in the corn by cutting a few hills.
'We've got to do it,' he said, 'er we can't take any comfort, an' the man tol' me I could have all the corn I wanted.' 'Did you see him, Uncle Eb ?' I remember asking.
'Yes,' he answered, whittling in the dark.

'I saw him when I went out for the water an' it was he tol' me they were after us.' He took a look at the sky after a while, and, remarking that he guessed they couldn't see his smoke now, began to kindle the fire.

As it burned up he stuck two crotches and hung his teapot on a stick' that lay in them, so it took the heat of the flame, as I had seen him do in the morning.