CHAPTER 3.
Naturally there were a good many things I wanted to know about 'the ol' man o' the woods,' but Uncle Eb would take no part in any further conversation.
So I had to lie down beside him again and think out the problem as best I could.

My mind was never more acutely conscious and it gathered many strange impressions, wandering in the kingdom of Fear, as I looked up at the tree-tops.

Uncle Eb had built a furious fire and the warmth of it made me sleepy at last.

Both he and old Fred had been snoring a long time when I ceased to hear them.

Uncle Eb woke me at daylight, in the morning, and said we must be off to find the trail.